No, that’s how you meet people. That’s not the only way to meet people.
I’ve seen the same people around the different skate spots or climbing gyms. I see them try and fail to land some trick a hundred times, or try and fail some boulder a hundred times. Then I see them make it for the first time and I shout hell yeah Tom. They do the same for me. By law you’re now homies.
Roll up to your local weekly Street Fighter tournament. Lose against the same Guile player a dozen times in a row. Every week ask him for some friendly matches til you learn to beat Guile. Fist bump them once you get a win. By law you’re now homies.
Walk down the local haunted railroad track on a friday night. Get scared by some local teens who jump out at you. Spot someone else down the rail who’s walking your way. Hide back in the bush with the teens and wait to jump scare the next passerby. You are all blood-bound as homies.
Pick up some nerf guns off craigslist for $10 on your way to work or whatever. Spot the nearest person who looks like they’d play softball and shoot a dart at them. Softball Lesbians love nerf wars. Throw them a gun. Start a nerf war on the sidewalk. You’ve acquired a war homie.
Go to a local makerspace/workshop. Build some RF Drum Sticks that bang on a real drum 5 feet away when you waggle them in the air. Ask people to play it while you “Calibrate the sticks”. Watch them pop off. You’re now band mates.
I hate talking to people but I love doing stuff. This is all real shit that’s gotten me some friends without really talking to them. You just gotta do things in your free time. For every 10 nights you go do some dumb fun shit on your own only one of those nights leads to you finding someone who’s down to clown but that’s alright. It’s a thousand times better than the people you make friends with by talking about holiday plans with Marvin from Accounting. No hate to Marvin.
I met my wife at a roller disco, just skating around messing about, shared joy at an activity. We were 15 and dated for a few years subsequently. Didn’t work out then, but years later, went back due to younger sibs and relived a bit of youth, there we were again. Rest is history.
No, that’s how you meet people. That’s not the only way to meet people.
I’ve seen the same people around the different skate spots or climbing gyms. I see them try and fail to land some trick a hundred times, or try and fail some boulder a hundred times. Then I see them make it for the first time and I shout hell yeah Tom. They do the same for me. By law you’re now homies.
Roll up to your local weekly Street Fighter tournament. Lose against the same Guile player a dozen times in a row. Every week ask him for some friendly matches til you learn to beat Guile. Fist bump them once you get a win. By law you’re now homies.
Walk down the local haunted railroad track on a friday night. Get scared by some local teens who jump out at you. Spot someone else down the rail who’s walking your way. Hide back in the bush with the teens and wait to jump scare the next passerby. You are all blood-bound as homies.
Pick up some nerf guns off craigslist for $10 on your way to work or whatever. Spot the nearest person who looks like they’d play softball and shoot a dart at them. Softball Lesbians love nerf wars. Throw them a gun. Start a nerf war on the sidewalk. You’ve acquired a war homie.
Go to a local makerspace/workshop. Build some RF Drum Sticks that bang on a real drum 5 feet away when you waggle them in the air. Ask people to play it while you “Calibrate the sticks”. Watch them pop off. You’re now band mates.
I hate talking to people but I love doing stuff. This is all real shit that’s gotten me some friends without really talking to them. You just gotta do things in your free time. For every 10 nights you go do some dumb fun shit on your own only one of those nights leads to you finding someone who’s down to clown but that’s alright. It’s a thousand times better than the people you make friends with by talking about holiday plans with Marvin from Accounting. No hate to Marvin.
I met my wife at a roller disco, just skating around messing about, shared joy at an activity. We were 15 and dated for a few years subsequently. Didn’t work out then, but years later, went back due to younger sibs and relived a bit of youth, there we were again. Rest is history.