Something on my mind regarding friendship at the moment: My mom was very introverted and didn’t make new friends easily. Her two dearest friends both sadly died young, when they were all in their 50s, and my dad when mom was 63. You can probably guess who was her closest friend and confidant after that. I wouldn’t trade a day of the time I spent with her for anything, but because of the issues she had with depression and anxiety, it was a lot of pressure on an adult child to be a mother’s BFF.
I am also introverted, and I share some of my mom’s issues, but I have worked hard to make sure I don’t retreat into my comfort zone cocoon too much. I travel, and socialize, and keep trying new things.
As I get older, I believe that making friends is kind of like exercising— if I don’t sort of stay in a practice of connecting with people and cultivating possible friendships, it will get harder. Inertia is a thing. Besides, I don’t have children of my own, and I’m sure not going to call on my stepsons to be my BFFs in my old age if I outlive my husband!
Vulnerability is a thing too, and opening ourselves to levels of friendship means making ourselves more vulnerable. I think that gets harder as we get older.
Just musings for the morning, as I was thinking about this thread.