FROM: The death of hanging out

From my own experience: I live in a very small town. One of my oldest friends lives across the street. I could throw a baseball to his house. We do get together roughly every week or two, usually with another friend. So that’s good. But we never stop by each other’s place. Even though we are both just right there. It just doesn’t feel right. 

And I think that speaks to the larger unease we all have with, I suppose, imposing on each other. We all err on the side of staying out of each other’s hair.

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