“That’s why it’s hard to make friends when you’re older,” she said. “Friendship is rude.”
Her friend’s eyes widened. “What?”
“Think about it! When we’re kids we decide who we like and stick by them no matter what. As adults, we’re taught to be polite.
But, friendship is an imposition— at least, I want it to be. Call me after nine o’clock. Don’t think you’ll ever wear out your welcome. Overshare, show up at my door, go to the grocery store with me so we can waste another hour chatting.
We’ll never be friends if we spend all of our energy trying not to bother each other.”










