Who initiates social contact? Do you find yourself being the one that has to reach out to others if you want social contact, for example, calling or texting people? Or is it a 50-50 basis, with you initiating contact with your friends half of the time and the other half of the time they are the ones contacting you?
I just wondered because looking back over my life it seems that if I want social contact I have to go out and get it (join groups, make calls) but the reverse is not true, that I almost never get anyone spontaneously calling me to see how I am or what I am doing. 90% of my incoming phone calls are from telemarketers of one kind or another. Which means that unless I am happy being a recluse I have to get off my duff; however I cannot expect others to go out of their way for me. I know a lot of people who say they are my friends and they say that they like me but I just wonder if I disappeared if anyone would go looking. I had a cousin who did just that 30 years ago and as far as I know nobody ever bothered to find out what happened, they just wrote it off as well, she wasn't getting along with her mother and that was her choice.
One of my neighbors who is an ex-cop told me once that I was the kind of person that he would find after they had been lying dead for a couple of weeks. Boy that really made my day.
Does anyone else feel that way about life?
I just wondered because looking back over my life it seems that if I want social contact I have to go out and get it (join groups, make calls) but the reverse is not true, that I almost never get anyone spontaneously calling me to see how I am or what I am doing. 90% of my incoming phone calls are from telemarketers of one kind or another. Which means that unless I am happy being a recluse I have to get off my duff; however I cannot expect others to go out of their way for me. I know a lot of people who say they are my friends and they say that they like me but I just wonder if I disappeared if anyone would go looking. I had a cousin who did just that 30 years ago and as far as I know nobody ever bothered to find out what happened, they just wrote it off as well, she wasn't getting along with her mother and that was her choice.
One of my neighbors who is an ex-cop told me once that I was the kind of person that he would find after they had been lying dead for a couple of weeks. Boy that really made my day.
Does anyone else feel that way about life?