Sometimes, there’s hope
Most of the time, when it comes to me and social stuff, I feel completely hopeless. It’s hard to remember the last time I made a real, genuine face-to-face friend that I see outside of work. Even at work, I tend to be very isolated; I find it hard to make even the kinds of very loose friendships that you find among coworkers. So when someone makes a kind gesture, it means a lot to me. Small things can be really big things. Anyone out there reading this who doesn’t have this kind of social problem? Make a gesture like this!
One thing that I’ve always hated at work is lunch. I watch everyone else head off with friends, while I sit alone at my desk. And eventually, I run off and grab something and bring it back to my desk, and eat alone, sort of pretending like that’s what I really want to do. What else can I do? I can’t just invite myself to join people.
People in my group recently starting going to lunch as a group. And one guy just invited me to come. Once I said yes once, I’ve been invited every day. It’s a small thing, and it’s stupid that it means so much. But it does. It’s one tiny bit of inclusion, one little time when I’m not feeling so much like an outsider. And that’s an awfully nice thing.