dear friendship, why are you so hard?

Sometimes, adult people talk about how easy it was to make friends when they were little angels cherub cheeked and unfiltered. Why they just walked up to someone, appearing in similar age and stature, powerless to the shifting and larger people around them. Kinetic energy, they blurted out, "LET'S BE FRIENDS" and through geographic proxy, it was so. It was deeply so. But that wasn't my experience, then nor now. So I creak and sway, like dry oak branches, scratching limbs, stray cat outside the door. Could I, might I, possibly....oh never mind. I am never similar age or stature, and I am not powerless to the shifting, larger people, I just gave up fighting long ago.