Warning: The article is going to be mostly whining about stuff that’s better suited for my Lisa Frank diary. You have been warned. I’m Eric, I’m 29 years old, and I have no friends. I’ve never had that many friends, but I’m not going to go back over my life history. I’m talking about making friends now. It is essentially impossible. Let’s look at my neighbors. None of them share my same interests. NONE of them. I go out biking in the neighborhood and I watch people playing in their garages. I look at the kind of t-shirts they wear, and I go, “none of those people is the same…