For remote workers tired of silent days and empty weekends, this turns isolation into a thriving circle of genuine friends.
You didn't notice it leaving. That's the strange part. Nobody sends an email announcing the end of your social life. There was no farewell party, no last day, no card signed by everyone in the breakroom. One Tuesday you were commuting, nodding at a security guard, arguing about lunch, and then suddenly you were sitting at your kitchen table in silence, technically surrounded by the entire world and actually alone. You probably told yourself you loved it. No interruptions. No meetings that could have been emails. And you weren't lying.
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