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At the age of 59, I find that I have only one intimate friend, my wife, a few friends from college with whom I stay in touch, and a few acquaintances. |
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Jim Hammersmith |
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Cultivating and maintaining friendships is very difficult for me, mostly, I guess, due to my low tolerance for human foibles, faults and frailties. To me, most people including myself seem petty and foolish most of the time. |
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My dim view of human nature is itself, undoubtedly, my own greatest fault. I greatly admire people like my wife who are very friendly and outgoing, and able to maintain close friendships. It seems I am constrained by my own nature not to be one of them. |
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