I didn't have friends in high school. Between fourth and ninth grade, I switched schools four times; moved overseas; my parents divorced; and I moved back to the United States. It was so much stress, I essentially gave up on making or keeping friends. During lunch, I found empty classrooms. Sometimes other people sat in there with me. We were outcasts -- too smart, too weird, too [insert difference] to fit in with the others. It was a twisted anxiety-filled experience, and it taught me many things.
First off, I learned that I didn't want to reproduce. After so many of my authority figures chose choices that disregarded my emotions, I decided that I didn't want to contribute additional DNA to the human race. This decision manifested by itself, in some ways. I sexed it up unprotected many times. (I don't recommend this action. I'm saying I did it, not: you do it. And: If you do it, I can't guarantee the same outcome. That said, sex is fun.) The Universe, God, Great Spirit, chance -- whatever you call it -- this element said, Nope, Meiling, no babies for you. (And thank goodness!) Perhaps one day adoption or some other form of that participation will happen. I don't know. At the moment, I don't want babies and I don't see that changing.
A limited social circle in high school meant that I made a lot of choices without knowing how my peers made their decisions. Oh, sure -- if you dig deep, you'll find that I had friends through youth groups or church. My prom date was someone from this crowd. We didn't see each other romantically, and we attended the school function as a unit. (What a cute picture we made, me in my qipao and him in his suit!) I had a friend that went to a different school; one who lived in a different city; another in a different state. No one close to me, physically. This affected me, and I didn't realize it until many years later.
No, no one needs friends. We are able to exist in boxes. The question is whether this is what you want. Do you like existing on your own? Seems fun for a while, huh? I can relate. Eventually, I wanted to share life with people... more than my sex partners. This meant I had to learn how to communicate; how to recognize my own emotions; how to interact with the emotions of others. Dude, so much work. And I'll be honest, it didn't seem worth it sometimes. I hated my own choices to some degree. Still, if you're considering friends, I encourage you to put in the effort. You might get hurt. Things could go wrong. And still, I say go for it. Sharing life is so much fun.
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