Recently, I made the judgment call to walk away from a group of people. These are otherwise decent folk, but I realized two weeks ago that I am not of their kind. After some time of sitting with them at the cafe, making smalltalk and trying to get involved, it became painfully apparent to me that, although my company was appreciated, I was an unnecessary appendix. Not anybody’s fault; they had their interests, and I had mine.
What is strange to observe is that after walking away I feel 50% less lonely. I mean, sure, I get lonesome sometimes, but do I feel down because I couldn’t make some sort of connection? Not at all. There’s no need to try and fail anymore. Isn’t that odd?
I wish these folks the best. No ill will, really. I hope nobody takes it personally.