The loneliest age in modern life isn’t seventy or eighty. It’s thirty-four. Because that’s when the last structural excuse to be around other people disappears and you realize friendship was never going to just happen again.

I sat across from a client last month, a 34-year-old software engineer who had everything his younger self had wanted: the career, the apartment, the relationship. And he looked at me with this expression I've learned to recognize after twelve years in my counseling practice. Hollow confusion. "I ...Read More





