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Friendship is weird to me. I mean, I’m not a robot, I understand both why we have friends and I have the desire for friends and companionship. But still, the act of making friends is not one that comes naturally to me.
I don’t want to go on a rant about something I saw on The Daily Show and find out that person is a very staunch Republican–not because I can’t be friends with Republicans, but because I don’t want to offend the person right out of the gate. Same with cursing. I curse a lot. Like, a lot. So how much is this person comfortable with? A smattering of “damns” and “hells”? Are they cool with the f’word, but not cool with “goddammit”?
This is all trivial stuff, and while I crosses my mind, there are other things that I’m much more aware of. Such as that awkward silence that just happened: was it because they didn’t like the thing I talked about and are just being polite, or was that just a natural lull in the conversation. Did they not hear me just now, or are they choosing to ignore that particular lane of conversation? Are you getting tired of talking to me and looking for an exit?–Maybe I should exit first to save them from being held up by my lack of self-awareness? Did exiting that conversation just offend them because it looks like I’m trying to rush them along, like I don’t have time for a conversation? I actually don’t have time for this conversation right now but I don’t want to be rude and cut this person off
GAAAAAAAH *static, short, cough, splutter, ded*
My wife and I have recently been trying to make more friends–or at least acquaintances–with people from work, and I find myself going through all the usual steps that I do with friendships. The friends that I have know that I’m a constant worry ball of anxiety, and they’ve come to accept and understand that about me, but I can’t throw all my crazy onto new people. You gotta ease them into the crazy. So, even though after every interaction I want to email them a list of apologies for things that I’m fairly sure were stupid, I don’t. Because that would be crazy.
As Ralph Waldo Emerson said, “It is one of the blessings of old friends that you can afford to be stupid with them.”

