Another quacky metaphor...

Ugh, it's such a bummer to try so hard to make friends. You'd think it would just occur and be easy. Lots of people I know make it look like nothin, then I go and try it and it just seems to fail. Oh well, perhaps I smell funny and no one wants to tell me. Or maybe it's because I expect something to happen right away. Maybe some friendships are like flowers and bloom slowly depending on the season of life, and others are like Falling stars, they happen quickly and overnight and stay with you for a lifetime. I like the falling stars best. Some of my very best friends are falling stars. But sad to say, my garden is quite bare.