Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki by Haruki Murakami
About the psychological trauma a man suffers for decades when his four closest friends suddenly reject him without ever even speaking to him. One of the best 50 books I've read.

Pick out the one person who manages to get fired from a job basically cleaning toilets and pushing beds around at a hospital. A person who has a serious problem in incorrectly assuming ugly things of people. A person who has made it to their 30's without ever having a serious significant other. A person who other than feeling sorry for them, for being so messed up, you like because they're "honest". How do you know they're "honest"? Because they are constantly saying ugly things. Of course all kinds of people could be just as honest or more so who aren't constantly thinking/saying ugly things.... Unfortunately it's a bit harder to tell.

A person who is highly jealous. Who refuses to speak by phone and keeps assuming ugly things by text. You hang out with this person's sister who is so depressed they've stopped going to work and their still too busy just being jealous.

And finally, clearly not honest. Your wife has a baby and they suddenly never ask you to do anything again going on 7 months and they don't admit anything is wrong, say they still want to be friends.

Better people to spend one's time with (just about anyone really): This person's sister. Who has virtually no friends strangely enough, while the bitch has tons. The sister probably lacks confidence to go after people, for one thing. For another she tries to hard to please, perhaps.

The evening coordinator who talks negative about herself.

What about friggin men? Why aren't there any men to be friends with? I've met enough playing tennis. Somehow... it's almost like the puzzle pieces don't fit together.... lol. I had an attraction to the orderly who managed to get fired. Really love the way she looks. This unfortunately has played a role. Kidding myself to think otherwise. Singular looks. Definitely not a barbie doll. Never seen anyone who looks remotely like her. Though I never did anything inappropriate I'm afraid this plays a role.

And could with her sister.

But I'm being a bit hard on myself. Would like to be friends with the cello playing lady at work who is not attractive to me at all. I think she thinks it's inappropriate since I'm male.

Playing tennis isn't a basis for much of a friendship though. I just don't find sporty people very interesting usually. Not much for reading or any arts it seems. I strike up conversations with them all. But no one has shown me anything special. Some nice guys certainly. But not much basis to become friends really.

What is that thing that makes one take it that extra step? Really one has so little free time anyway. The spark of an attraction. Some arcane hobby in common. There is time for so few. It has to be something pretty unusual.

I'm sad I have so few friends. (Bordering on zero.) But if I had a few more I'd have more than I have time for.