Every few years I get this urge to “start over” somewhere new where I’m going to turn everything about my life around. Whenever I’ve tried to make friends or be

Every few years I get this urge to “start over” somewhere new where I’m going to turn everything about my life around. Whenever I’ve tried to make friends or be social, it seems to fall into this almost cyclical pattern. I’ll find a group of people who hang out and join that. Tend to make pretty good inroads early, and people seem to like me. Then over time the group slowly starts to fracture into “cliques” none of which I eventually fall into. It starts to feel at some point that I’m no more than a court jester, there to make opportune jokes to entertain the other cliques. People care less about what I have to say and I guess any eccentricities about me that intrigue people get old quick. Sooner or later there’s a big drama caused by some petty disagreement and the group fractures along those cliques. Sometimes reconciliation is tried, but by that point no one’s schedules line up, or half the people are always sick, etc.