As I always brag, I do not really have friends. To be honest, there are a few... perhaps four people in this world who I would say are true and tried friends. Most of the other people who would call themselves my friend are acquaintances that I currently have. Many of them will vanish from my life when I stop seeing them on a regular basis at work. People come and go in life, and I'm good with this. For this reason, I keep vigilant about who I let become close to me. Rarely do I tell people aspects of my personal life that I keep closely guarded.
I refuse to get close enough to people that I feel comfortable in sharing. I mean, this may seem like an odd thing to think about as most people who know me seem to feel that I am extremely open and share more about myself than most would dare to say. Really, I am outspoken and I think there is a perverse thing in me that enjoys telling people things simply to shock them. What I do not share is much deeper than the bull shit I post and say.
Recently I have become acquainted with some very young kids. To be honest, they are adults, but only just as they are eighteen and nineteen. So basically, they're kids. One of these kids in particular has for some reason become rather interested in me. I wouldn't say it is an attraction romantically, but rather an intense interest to make me one of her friends. At first I took it as a joking idea, but she's become much more intent over the few months we've known each other. To be honest, I find myself mildly enjoying the time we spend working together and the several times we have chatted outside of work.
Through her and I getting to better know each other, I have been wrangled into chatting and spending time with yet another kid. And then another. Now there is a trio of these girls who seem very interested in getting to be my friend.
But after all this time of removing myself from the world just enough to avoid these kinds of friendships, I suddenly find myself being circled by these young kids who would like nothing more to be my friend. In my mind, I am flattered that these kids find me so interesting. But the question remains: Could I really accept the idea of making any of these very young girls (literally half my age!) a friend like I would call one of the four who I now call Friend?
