I had friends in high school who were your typical rough crowd type, liked drinking, smoking pot, carrying knives, getting in fights, etc. Always bragged about how they did whatever they wanted and no one told them what to do. None of them were even interested in talking to other girls, and routinely mocked me for being the girl crazy one of the group. As we got older, we still hung out, until of all things, they started dating, which meant less of the whole gang hanging out, until all but one moved due to careers they rushed to pursue for wives and kids. We tried maintaining our friendship but as of now, the one last guy in my old circle of friends that I occasionally hang out with is married and has three kids with another on the way. Routinely flakes out on me for both basic and urgent shit which has made us even more distant. Now they're all far from me in terms of distance and bond, and went from "we do whatever the fuck we want" to never wanting to get together and just rekindle a few good moments from the past because their wives and busy schedules won't let them. I don't know what's worse, never having any friends to begin with, or being part of a little clique that provided key relief during teens and 20s, only to watch it fall slowly and painfully because you just couldn't keep up with them...