Adult friendships are bizarre.

Adult friendships are bizarre. I'm not great at them, if I'm being honest. Not unfriendly — just not naturally the one who picks up the phone. Not the one who books the dinner. I think about people constantly. I genuinely do. I'll be driving somewhere and a mate will pop into my head and I'll think, I should call him. That's a real thought. It happens. And then I don't call him. I mean to. The intention is completely sincere. But somewhere between the thought and the action, something else...