I started talking to someone in an art gallery not long after I moved countries, and she turned out to be an art lover who’d also made the same move a few years earlier, and she invited me and DH to dinner. We became good friends. I met another friend as we both sheltered under a tree during a sudden cloudburst at an outdoor gig in the park. We both liked the band, but when we met for a coffee, we turned out to have a lot in common.
How did you go from chatting in an art gallery to being invited to dinner? And from sheltering under a tree to meeting for coffee? What was the process?
When I chat to strangers in situations like that I assume they're just being polite and want the conversation to end, it doesn't occur to me that they would actually enjoy chatting to me or that they would want to see me again.
I feel very conflicted when it comes to making friends. On the one hand I would like to make a friend, but on the other I fear someone becoming clingy and having expectations of me.
On top of that, experience has taught me that people aren't safe. I was so damaged by my parents, damaged by extended family who had nothing to do with me my entire life until my dad died at which point they popped up to stick the boot in tell me what a terrible daughter I'd been to him, and damaged by abusive relationships. I guess for the most part I've learnt that other people don't bring anything much to my life other than pain so I very much keep people at arm's length.
I don't think I feel loneliness in the same way OP feels it because I don't crave other people as such, it's more the opposite - I avoid them in order to feel safe. But it doesn't mean I don't feel bad about it. I feel unlikeable and unloveable and very sad that my life turned out this way.