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It was perfectly me: pleasant enough, and then receding from immediate concern.
It’s confusing, because I love, even crave, the company of my friends and family. But if I don’t know the people well or have control over the situation, I feel uncomfortable and tense.
Catastrophizing is my general approach to all social events: how, when, and why it will implode are the first things I think about when I’m throwing a party. And that all takes time!
Why is it that chatting with friends is energizing, but making small talk with acquaintances takes such monumental effort?
My barometer for making friends is that you can’t get to know someone by hearing about everything they like—you need to hear about what they don’t like. It’s only when you are willing to go out on a limb by admitting you’re not a fan of something that you’re vulnerable enough to earn my trust.
Losing friends is hard, but losing fake friends, as it turns out, is pretty damn easy.
