Anonymous
ID: Dz1HtSMK
8/24/2025, 8:07:23 PM No.513882369
I am so utterly exhausted with the endless, mindless chatter in the modern world about “social this” and “social that.” You can’t exist online, in the workplace, or even in casual conversation without someone piping up about their “friend group,” their “social circle,” their "friends of friends," their “social milestones,” as though these things were universal currency we’re all supposed to value and understand.
This whole world of “friend circles” and “being invited to parties” might as well be written in hieroglyphics for all I can make sense of it. It’s alien to me, it’s irrelevant, incomprehensible, and frankly, rather tiresome. I am in my late 20s and have never been to a party in my life. I cannot fathom how people have the time, energy, or even the patience to treat these things as markers of meaning in their lives. “Oh, I went to this dinner, I have this group chat, we all do this together"...and? So what? Is that supposed to be impressive? Enlightening? A great existential achievement?
And when people talk about fucking "milestones." What a nauseating concept. As if one’s worth can be plotted out on some imaginary graph of “number of parties attended” versus “times tagged in group photos.” It’s infantilising, really.
Then there's the smug declarations that you “need a social life,” that it’s some vital organ without which you’re not fully human. The assumption baked into that phrase is staggering: that my life, in all its intricacies and quiet pursuits, is somehow incomplete because I don’t participate in the endless merry-go-round of drinks, parties, and “networking.” As if solitude is some kind of disease, as if enjoying one’s own company is automatically pathological. Not everyone needs the validation of a “squad”. Some of us are just fine without the circus entourage.
This whole world of “friend circles” and “being invited to parties” might as well be written in hieroglyphics for all I can make sense of it. It’s alien to me, it’s irrelevant, incomprehensible, and frankly, rather tiresome. I am in my late 20s and have never been to a party in my life. I cannot fathom how people have the time, energy, or even the patience to treat these things as markers of meaning in their lives. “Oh, I went to this dinner, I have this group chat, we all do this together"...and? So what? Is that supposed to be impressive? Enlightening? A great existential achievement?
And when people talk about fucking "milestones." What a nauseating concept. As if one’s worth can be plotted out on some imaginary graph of “number of parties attended” versus “times tagged in group photos.” It’s infantilising, really.
Then there's the smug declarations that you “need a social life,” that it’s some vital organ without which you’re not fully human. The assumption baked into that phrase is staggering: that my life, in all its intricacies and quiet pursuits, is somehow incomplete because I don’t participate in the endless merry-go-round of drinks, parties, and “networking.” As if solitude is some kind of disease, as if enjoying one’s own company is automatically pathological. Not everyone needs the validation of a “squad”. Some of us are just fine without the circus entourage.
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