Now that I’m a “mature” person, an actual “adult”, not a kid anymore, I’ve found it difficult to make friends in the same natural and easy process as children do. Kids sort of drift into friendships by playing together, or following someone into groups or being followed into new activities Grownups need to try.
So far, most of the friendships I’ve made as a young adult - those that lasted - involved conversations, early on, about our shared love of books, and passionate discussions about our favorite ones.
Books really do equal magic.
An award to myself since I said that if I woke up full-blown sick today, I was killing everyone. I didn’t kill a single person! Go me!
Yay to us!