Maybe if my parent’s job didn’t make us move house so damn much during all 18 years of my childhood, I’d have a better opinion of people and talking to them. Starting over is always such a chore, and people are so boring even when you bring fun topics to the conversation. Talking and making new friends is such a huge waste of time, especially when you know you’ll just move away again. Hell, even when you don’t make friends, it’s a frustrating cycle. There’s no winning.
