Home/Social & Belonging/Social exhaustion/ThoughtI worked at that greasy place for five years when I first got here. My roommates used to invite me out to the bars every Friday and I always said no.social exhaustionloneliness in crowdsShare this thoughtCopy linkShare on XDownload imageDoes this resonate with you?Share Your OwnBrowse MoreOthers have felt this tooI see my mom counting change for groceries and I just— I can't. …secret indulgencesEven back when I was nineteen, working those brutal shifts on the housing developments out by the highway... …career path regretI guess I’m just… used to it now, the smell of sizzling fat and the sound of my boss asking if I’m enjoying my “salad and water” again, smiling back and pretending I don't secretly wish the weekly… …workplace pretenseI’ve been going to Mike’s place every Tuesday for like... …secret indulgencesRelated ThemesComparison spiralsFeeling Invisible With AgeFriendship fakenessLoneliness in crowdsLosing Friends to Time