making friends

I’ve always been someone who kept to himself. During my early childhood, I was an only-child who spent his afternoons playing with his toys and dolls, watching handicraft shows and imitating them, drawing, coloring, or reading. I saw kids at my kindergarten and later school with which I got along well, I would say, but this never materialized in after-school activities. My mom wouldn’t push the issue and I didn’t ask for it either. My friend and cousin who was two years older than me would spend most of her time at my paternal grandma’s across the corridor from us because her mom worked and there was no daycare available. My mom and grandma didn’t get along well, always making us out to be a burden, so I didn’t get to play with her that much. On my mother’s side, I was the only kid which meant I received a lot of adult attention, but very little from people my age. I didn’t crave it that much—I cared more about spending time with specific people than people in general—, but in…