do you ever get those pangs of anxiety where you feel like nobody likes you and nobody will ever like you and you will achieve nothing
I used to. And then I dug in. And here it’s easier, because we find other minds like ours, no matter how eccentric our thought processes and our tastes are. No matter how strange we think our likes in movies and books and studies are, there are people here with the same likes who think there’s no one who shares them until we link, and observe, and swap a message or two, or three. We recommend books or movies to each other, then try a phone call, or a visit, and slowly we add another person who feels as we do, and another.
And time passes, and one day you look around you and you may only ever have a cluster of as many good friends as you have fingers, but they’re really good friends, and the bad patches will have evaporated away with the get-togethers and the projects you have finished.
The trick is to keep slogging and to reach out now and then when someone says something worthwhile. You don’t have to do it every day. Just when the possibilities seem like fun.