🎙️ “For the Misfits, the Deep Ones, the Outspoken Hearts: This Is the Room.”

Written by Shelly Moore ©️ 2025

No one really prepares you for how hard it is to make actual friends as an adult.

(Especially if you’ve moved across the country… more than once.)

I’m talking real friends. Not “we wave at each other at Target” acquaintances or “I guess we both work here” coworkers.

I mean the soul-deep, “I see you” kind. The inside joke kind. The, “just come over and sit with me,” kind.

By the time you’re in your 30s, 40s, or beyond, it feels like everyone else has already locked in their people, their routines, their opinions, and their preferred flavor of denial — and now they’re just… set.

Like jello molds.

With mortgages.

Meanwhile you’re still becoming.

Still evolving.

Still asking questions at the dinner table that make people shift uncomfortably and ask if you’ve “been on TikTok too much lately.”

(I don’t even have a TikTok account, for the record. I think it’s turning brains to mush.)

Maybe you’re the deep one.

The weird one.

The one who cries at movie trailers and rearranges your books by vibe.

The one who feels the energy in a room before anyone’s even spoken.

The one who got labeled “too intense” by people who never learned how to feel their own feelings.

And honestly? It’s lonely out here sometimes. (Not just sometimes.)

Because what no one warns you when you’re in your late teens/early 20s is: most adults don’t leave space for new people anymore.

They’re already maxed out. Emotionally constipated. Friendship fatigued. I get it. Life is exhausting. New drama = no fun at all.

👉🏻 But maybe… and hear me out here…

… maybe your people haven’t met you yet either.

Maybe they feel the same ache.

Maybe they’re also walking around with existential metaphors stuck in their teeth and too many open browser tabs in their soul.

👁️ So what if — just what if — the tribe you’re looking for…

… is also looking for you?

Maybe it starts here.

Maybe this is the knock on the door.

Maybe this blog is your neon sign in the fog, saying:

“Yes, weird one. You. You belong.” 🌈

So if you’re still growing,

still feeling everything deeply,

still refusing to shrink just to make other people more comfortable—

🍻 Welcome. 👋

This is your room.

We saved you a seat. (It’s probably a little wobbly, but it’s yours.)

Let’s be too much together.