The friends you need and those you don't

Or how your new life is like a newborn that needs protecting sometimes

One of the things I’m proudest of in the last few months is how I’ve continued to make new friends. This is often something (I think) that slows down as you get older. Certainly my mum says that she makes fewer friends now she’s in her seventies. Last year I got better at just letting people know when I liked them. I was bolder I guess. It was a little embaressing too. I got a few knock backs here and there. You can be too eager and it’s not cool. Like when you get that crush feeling on a woman and you want to be her friend and she’s not so keen. That happened too. I try not to think too hard about why a person doesn’t want to pursue a friendship, but it still creeps into my mind late at night.