I woke up today realizing that I no longer have any friends. It’s not something I planned as much as they all just slowly moved away or eventually revealed their true purpose for befriending me, whereupon I let them quietly slip away. And I’ve gotten too old and too lazy to make new ones.

And except for the odd moment when nostalgia or loneliness grips me tightly, I’m ok with that — with the exception of two people in my life who moved away rather abruptly. But had they stayed longer, we may not even be the occasional friends we are still, albeit tentatively.

I suspect it will probably be a regret I have later in life, that I did not try harder to collect and hang onto friends. But on the bright side, it is sure going to save a ton of money on finger sandwiches for the buffet.