I have no friends in my everyday life
06-13-2017, 02:01 PM
I’m learning as I grow older (I’m 45) how much more difficult it is to maintain strong male friendships. I thought it would become easier as I aged, but it hasn’t, especially since I swallowed the red pill several years ago. Unlike a lot of guys, I have plenty of time for friendships. I’m married, but my lone daughter is grown and recently married, and I’m far enough along in my career that I don’t have to hustle constantly.
In years past I didn’t have any problem keeping a pretty close-knit group of friends. Had good friends in school, had many good friends in my 20s and 30s, and made a lot of friends in two terms of military service (one active and one National Guard).
But since I got out of the Guard in 2009, and especially since swallowing the red pill in 2012, I’ve found myself with a dearth of close male friends. Some of them were blue pill men who mainly fell by the wayside when I started the red pill self-improvement journey of eating cleaner, losing fat, lifting, dressing better, etc. Some of them I had to excise from my life because they had the “crabs in the bucket” mentality. Others just couldn’t relate to me anymore and drifted away. Most of my war buddies have traditional family lives now and need to spend most of their time busting their asses at work and with their wives and young children. I have zero issue with that.
So I’ve tried to make new friends post-red-pill. Frankly, it’s gone poorly. Just a few examples out of many:
Omar – struck up a conversation with him in a little dive bar after work one day. Army vet, well dressed, late-30s, very successful black guy. Now of course as a white guy I’m not going to have 100% in common with him, but we had more than enough that we hit it off pretty well. We hung out, drank good whiskey, hit some ball games, shot pool, swapped Army stories, talked guns and jobs, normal guy shit. He was separated at the time, but was trying to make it work with his wife. Finally they ended up getting back together and he basically dropped off the face of the planet. Once in a while he’ll shoot me a text about how we need to get together, but of course it never actually happens. He’s too busy between work, volunteering, wife and kids.
Kevin – a friend I met through work, as we were both in the same industry at the time with somewhat similar jobs. Masculine man in some respects, who loves shooting, hunting, martial arts and building stuff. But he’s appallingly deferential to his unattractive and very unfeminine wife. He’s proud that she plays in a female tackle football league, and she looks every bit the dyke you’d imagine doing something like that. Not only that, literally every time I’d ask him if he wanted to grab drinks after work, or go to a game when I had free tickets, he’d have to ask his wife if it was okay (“congressional approval” he’d call it). I’d hear back from him maybe half the time, and we’d actually get together maybe 25% of the time. When we did get out, she’d blow up his phone until he left early. In the end, I just couldn’t respect a man who gave his wife veto power over every move he made, however insignificant.
Dave – a masculine guy who used to live 90 miles north of me, so I saw him infrequently, but we had a great time when we did get together. Saw ball games, drank and told hilarious stories, did some shooting, etc. He’s since relocated to Phoenix and now works for my company. Since he moved, he only wants to hang out with his dull and chubby wife, and consistently declines offers to grab drinks or catch a game, not just from me but from the other guys in the company.
Barry – a very cool guy I met in the local Irish pub when we each realized the other wanted to MAGA (very rare in downtown Phoenix). We hung out during the election, went to a Trump rally, went on a couple of tough hikes, he came to my Super Bowl party, etc. But with Trump in office six months now, he too has drifted away, mostly busy with work that takes him all over the state.
At one point I started hanging out in the local sports bar, since it’s 90% male patrons. As I got to know those guys, though, I realized that every last one of them was a full-on blue pill cuck. I was sitting there one day, looked up and down the bar, and realized I was smack in the middle of “loser row.” It was like the old TV show Cheers but without the humor. I paid my tab and left. I sure as hell don’t want to be like those guys. I still go back to that pub to watch games occasionally, and I'm friendly with everyone, but I don’t even try to make actual friends there anymore.
This probably comes across as bitching and whining, but mainly I want it to serve as a warning to the younger men on the forum. It gets more and more difficult to rebuild or replace friendships as you grow older, especially as you hit middle age and your contemporaries start to give up on life or develop priorities wholly different from your own.