Making friends as an adult

I Don’t Know How To Make Friends

Growing up, friends seemed to pop up like daisies, showing up in my life with little or no help from me. Then I became an adult.

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Dear comparison,

YOU ARE THE WORST. OK. I've composed myself. I DO NOT LIKE YOU. I'm sorry. I had another outburst. Really, though, you are just one incredibly unhelpful creature. And you know what? I'm durned sick of you (so sick of you that I spelled "DURN" instead of "DARN"). It's really your fault, Comparison. All I have … Continue reading Dear comparison,

Dear infatuation,

I'm sorry. I feel like you've gotten a bad rap. I BLAME 13-YEAR-OLDS. AND CHICK FLICKS. AND TEENAGERS IN GENERAL. But infatuation, frankly, I THINK YOU'RE AMAZING. You are pretty much one of the best things EVER with your butterfly-inducting, heart-racing, knee-weakening moments. You make the start of relationships TANTALIZING, EARTH-MOVING and all-around OVERWHELMINGLY EXCITING. But yes, yes, … Continue reading Dear infatuation,

Dear circumstances,

Oh circumstances. You're something else, aren't ya? You are the irritating factor that affects all of life (although FINNEEEE, we can control our reactions and be joyful at all times and such). But quite frankly, I've got a bone to pick with you. Namely, this last OH DEAR GOODNESS LONG MONTH of March. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know God … Continue reading Dear circumstances,