I apologize for the silence of late. Between the holidays and winter, I haven’t been doing much worth talking about. That of course is the crux of my problems. Each day I seem to be moving closer to an existential crisis of the midlife variety. I probably won’t be buying a Porsche or getting a trophy wife, but the issue is still that I need to find some kind of satisfaction.
In many respects, my life is the model of success by the standards of Little Bay Root. I have a lovely wife and a vigorous boy. I work at a landmark institution. I ride a fixed gear track bike and carry an iPhone. I appreciate a craft beer and listen to quirky music. All the milestones of a happy crypto-hipster life checked off neatly on the list. Only one thing is missing and lately it has been dragging me down: I have no social life.
I have a few friends, people that I have known for over a decade, yet they are all busy having babies and living in the burbs. We used to get together of dorky nights of board games and such, but kids put a crimp on that. Of course, there is the double whammy that Portmandia Jr. is a wee toddler and so I can rarely do anything with my wife without the boy tagging along. Altogether a perfect storm for the annihilation of my social life.
So now I need to start anew. Sadly, the only thing that I do is work, go home and occasionally run chores. This doesn’t make it easy to meet new people. I’m not really the type to chat up grocery store clerks or librarians, so that leaves most of my regular human contact fairly useless for the cultivation of new relationships.
I’ve been thinking about developing some crafty hobbies. I have a hankering to learn how to knit. Mrs. Portmandia thinks that I should look for a knitting group, but I’m a nervous nellie about these things. With my luck, I’d join a group hoping to meet a gaggle of cute hipster girls with glasses only to find myself a circle of crones that like to watch Fox news and complain about big government. I’ve also though about finding some more hiking buddies, but so far the only hiking clubs that I’ve been able to find are for retirees. Then again, I haven’t really looked that hard. I’m a foot dragger when it comes to social or trying new things.
That’s my resolution for the new year. I’m going to try and be more social and meet some new people. I can’t guarantee that I’ll make any new friends as I’m a rather fickle curmudgeon, but it’s worth a try. If I’m lucky, I might be surprised.