Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.
Friends. The older I get, the harder it is to make and KEEP friends.
Friendship is a very delicate affair. Remember how easy it was to make friends as a kid?
You wanna play with [insert toy of your era here]?
It’s a topic I’ve already addressed on the surface. But if I dig deeper, I start to dig up lots of negative feelings. They are mostly insecurities about myself.
Am I too much sometimes?
What is it about me that pushes them away?
Why don’t they like me?
Is it something I said?
Am I too emotional, why do I care so much?
I’ve never been a girl with a large group of friends, I’ve gotten through life with usually one best friend at my side. But, as life would have it, usually that friendship is but for a season. And I’m learning that friends do come with expiration dates. When I meet new people that I look forward to becoming friends with, I find it awkward to build that friendship as an adult. I never want to come off as an eager freak. So I find it easier to have virtual friendships, the new way to meet folks. Except, it’s not the same.