"What about friends?"
She said, "It's the same, but there needs to be a balance. It can't go too far, nor can it be inadequate. Otherwise, it may backfire on you."
I was a little discouraged. "It's too subjective. There may be a problem that can't be solved."
She raised her eyebrows. "What's the matter? Tell me, I'm a little older than you. Maybe I can help you."
"What if you quarrel with your friends?"
She thought about it for a moment and said, "Haven't you fought with your friends before?"
I shook my head. "Not really!" In the past, when Monique quarreled with me, I'll just keep quiet and I didn't bother to argue with her. When she calmed down, she would automatically come to me.
It was different with Naomi and Hendrix. Things were a bit more complicated with them.
After thinking for a while, I still could not figure out my situation, so I asked her, "Are you busy tonight? Let's have dinner together?"
She seemed happy with my invitation. "What a coincidence. My parents are babysitting today. I was about to go out and relax. I'll be happy to have a companion this time."
We packed up our things and left.
Linda and I strolled around the mall for a while and ate some food. She knew that she wouldn't be able to get time off so easily again, so we agreed to go to the bar together.
"Do you know? Ever since I gave birth, I haven't been to a bar. I feel like I'm already in my seventies or eighties. Everyone ought to have their own time off. That way, I'll be able to keep feeling young!" Linda was in a good mood. She had a few more glasses of wine along the way, and was chatting with me as she drank.
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