The other day, a friend said something offhand:
“Hey, XY started a new WhatsApp group – a guys-only thing. Everyone’s in it. They call it something like ‘Testosterone Squad’ or whatever.”
I didn’t know what to say. Not angry. Just… blank.
Was that an invitation? A hint? Or just information?
Whatever it was, it left me speechless. Not hurt. Just kind of suspended in that odd moment where you realize: you weren’t part of the plan.
I’m self-employed. My days are full. Intense. Focused. I’m often elsewhere – in my head, in projects, in deadlines. I don’t show up to every get-together. But that doesn’t mean I don’t care. Or that I’m not still part of something. At least, I thought so.
Most guys my age are building something: families, careers, houses, identities. Others are drifting, reinventing, figuring it out.
I’m somewhere in the middle – busy, committed, sometimes invisible.
I’m not mad at anyone. Not disappointed, either.
I just realized that presence doesn’t guarantee connection. And absence doesn’t mean disinterest.
I’m trying to stay open. Reach out when I can. Not retreat when it stings a little.
Because if I want to feel included, I also need to practice including others – even when life is loud.
I will never send more than one email per month, I promise!