Every once in a while, I write about the realities of making friends as an adult. It isn’t easy. Being an adult can be downright lonely. I have recently come to the conclusion that much of the problem lies with me. Deep-seated fears from adolescence leave me assuming that no one really ever wants to spend time with me. So, I don’t reach out, I don’t set up dates, I never know what to say, and when I do say something, I worry I’ve talked too much. Lately, I have been avoiding a lot of the very amazing people who stepped up at a time when I really needed them because of the anxiety I feel about going back to that place, despite knowing that friendships aren’t stuck in one time.
I guess what I’m saying is that I’m a mess when it comes to matters of friendship….