This past weekend, I went camping with a group of friends. It was a great time: staying up late, playing ultimate frisbee, going hiking, practicing odd speeches, beating up my left foot in a game of soccer... Everything was fun and games. Or so I thought. But reflecting on the weekend, now, a few days removed, I've come to an awkward realization: I've forgotten how to make friends. Can things possibly get worse than this?
I think it started in late 2007 and early 2008. I found that, during tournaments, I was making a much larger spectacle of myself than I wanted to. So I determined to change my personality, so that I would no longer be embarrassing myself every time I went out in public. Step one? Become more serious in public. Steps two and three followed quickly, in Summer 2008, when I stopped talking about my feelings and really receded into my music. Step four, a huge success, was to become shy. And so it proceeded, until I turned out a rather quiet, sarcastic person to people I don't know.
The change was a roaring success. To much of a success, in fact. I've gone from an if not extroverted, at least friendly individual to one whom strangers mistake for being depressed. Or emo. Or both.
This was a problem on the aforementioned camping trip. I was effectively isolated, and that didn't feel quite right.
So, if it wouldn't bother my readers too much, I have a question for you to answer: How does one go about making friends?
Comments would be greatly appreciated.