Originally Posted by ngdawg

Probably, nothing.
You obviously are making at least one person on earth very happy. Revel in that, embrace it; some people never even get that chance. You could even ask him what is it about you he loves so much and understand what at least one other person sees in you that you don't see.

Originally Posted by JinnKai

Bahah. That's awesome. I'd never heard this expression before, and I'm definitely going to steal it.

Originally Posted by abaya

Yes, definitely. I'm turning 28 and have moved at least 10 times in the last 10 years, with several of those not only being cross-country moves but international as well. I've usually been able to make friends easily every time I've moved, but my recent move to Iceland (my 2nd time doing so in my 20s) has been very different than previous moves. I think this is because:

1) I'm recently married, which makes friend-finding somehow a different ballgame than before (haven't quite figured out why, yet... it's like singles and couples don't mix?? No one told me this before!).

2) I'm no longer a student, which I have been for 23 of my 28 years on this earth... and thus am no longer privy to the social life of a campus community, which significantly eases the process of making friends.

So, like you, Amnesia... 100% of my good friends live at least a 5 hour flight away from here, and most of them live a good deal further away... and I (and my husband) have had a hard time adjusting to the new social reality of our current location in life/the world. I spend a lot of time chatting with friends online to keep up.

Here's hoping the 30's will go as JinnKai said... But for now, I think this is all pretty par for the course, including your situation. C'est la vie and stuff.

Originally Posted by Nimetic

Shouldn't let it worry you in my view.

First up, most people are stupid. Second, lots of them stopped maturing (mentally) at some point in their mid-teens. And thirdly, do you really want to be like them?

I gave up on my peers years ago. Went and did my own thing and found my own hobbies (hey it was pre-mainstream-internet, these were productive hobbies). This kept me happy, and gave me stories to tell.

Yeah, sometimes it bothers me. But honestly, I don't think I'll be sitting in the nursing home thinking "I wish that I'd sat at home more often with friends from high-school".