Just because you live alone, doesn’t mean you have to live a solitary existence. For me, my friends are my lifeline. That being said, now that I am starting to look up at 50, I relate to my friends differently.
For one thing, I relate to them on my own terms. I have always hated crowds and I am not keen on loud evenings in nightclubs. Instead, tea parties, museum visits, and afternoon picnics with a few friends are far more my line.
I know many people but I do not see the need to be social with everyone: my co-workers stay at work. Sometimes you have to let friends go as your life changes and as their lives change. Nothing wrong with that. And sometimes they come in a package: I spend yesterday with a newly married couple (I was over to collect some rock roses for my balcony) and another couple with their 2 children. It was a lovely day.
We all need more lovely days.
So I refuse to attend functions which I know will be attended by people I do not like because they are racist/classist or just plain pretentious or rude. Why bother? As for Facebook et. al., friends should not be collected like hockey cards (I’m Canadian – sue me).
It’s that simple.