“I’ve known most of my close friends since I was four or five. We went to the same schools. We’d go to the same summer camps together. So for the first eighteen years of my life, I was never really forced to meet new people. But last year I went to college in North Carolina, and it was the first time that I didn’t know anybody. During orientation they had some sort of street fair so that you could meet new people. I followed a bunch of guys from my dorm there. I tried jumping into the conversation a few times, but it seemed like everyone was talking to each other more. Eventually they peeled off, and I just walked up and down the street alone. That pretty much set the tone for the rest of the semester. It was the longest four months of my life. It seemed like everyone was making friends except me. Or they’d already formed groups and weren’t accepting new people. I kept hearing other kids making plans after class, and it was a reminder that other people were making connections that I couldn’t. I spent most of my free time alone in my room. I’d sleep through entire weekends. I felt like a broken social person. Recently I transferred to a school closer to home, and it’s been much better. There were a few familiar faces, which helped. But I’ve also relearned how to make friends. I’ve joined a few groups. I’ve put myself out there more. I’m being more consistent with people. And I’m trying not to take it personally if someone says ‘no’ to an invitation. I’ve met some new friends this year. And I’ve realized that being social isn’t really something you are. It’s something you have to practice.”
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