Once in a while, I notice how many people I know. And how few of them I truly feel close to. That’s not a cry for help. It’s just an observation. I have people. Group chats. Friendly voice notes. A calendar full of things. But the actual list of people I can text without context, of people I can call when I don’t want to explain myself, of people who still really know me - that list is short. Shorter than I expected for someone who’s lived fairly socially, at least a few years ago. I don’t th...

Once in a while, I notice how many people I know. And how few of them I truly feel close to. That’s not a cry for help. It’s just an observation. I have people. Group chats. Friendly voice notes. A calendar full of things. But the actual list of people I can text without context, of people I can call when I don’t want to explain myself, of people who still really know me - that list is short. Shorter than I expected for someone who’s lived fairly socially, at least a few years ago. I don’t th...