I just did something I haven't done in years.
I went out to a social gathering where I kinda sorta knew some people, had a little bit too much to drink, and left feeling depressed and unliked.
In junior high, I remember worrying that if I didn't learn how to make friends, then I'd end up a lonely old guy who doesn't have any friends and spends all his time alone. And damned if that isn't just what's happened.
Forgive me being whiny. Blame the beer.
Or maybe it's the beer that's given me enough nerve to stop pretending to be happy all the time and admit that I'm actually in a lot of pain.
Either way, I'll probably be sober and ashamed in the morning and take this down.