Why is it that once we’re in our 20’s we have this no new friends mentality? I absolutely love meeting new people. I have a lot of friends as it is but it doesn’t hurt to know more. Sometimes I look at the strange faces on the train. I don’t know a thing about any of these people lives, but for 20-minutes we share the same train car on the way to work. Who are they? What are their dreams? What makes them different? It’s unfortunate to know I will never know the answer to these questions. Not because I can’t just walk up to them and ask (because I can), but social norms tell me not to.
Growing up making friends came so naturally to me, but the older I got, the more reserved I became. Sometimes I even question if my demeanor is welcoming or aloof? Professionally, making…
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