Read: The Art of Losing Friends and Alienating People
* “You know I’m always there for you,” Nancy said the last time we managed to get together after a long hiatus. “I want to hear from you when things aren’t going well.” I do know. But, without the lubrication of alcohol or sweat, without the buffer of a computer screen and a DM box, I find it hard to share my troubles. Maybe that results in my life looking shinier, easier than it is. I don’t know. I am achingly aware of my luck — the career of my dreams, no real money worries (although I think every sentient American should worry about being bankrupted by health issues), having a family late in life. The things that go wrong for me are so clearly my fault. I don’t deserve anyone’s sympathy, ever. …
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