I think a lot of it, too, is that I'm really not for most people, and I never will be. I'm becoming more and more irritating. 😉
That probably comes with aging, too. 👵🏾
But Scorpio in the 11th house is not going to be as gregarious or popular as Libra or Sag. And it's taken a whole lifetime to learn.
A major part of my identity died when it comes to people and relationships, and so if anything, I'm just cleaning up the ashes amd burying the rest of the dead bones.
The Universe will bring whomever I need. So I'm not going to weep, sitting on some ash heap, waiting for the Godots of my life to show up. Showing up for myself matters more right now.
Mars is not really a cuddly planet, either. So I definitely am feeling spurred on to move on, finally.