Do you sabotage your own friendships or are you normal?

Plus, an ode to jigsaws

I got a text this morning from someone I don’t know very well but like a lot. We met a year or so ago and got on well immediately. It’s rare in adulthood, but when it happens it’s an unmatched feeling isn’t it? To find another woman you instantly see becoming a friend. You get a bit giddy, as though you’re about to go on a really great date, and all without the disappointment of a man.

The problem is, without the frameworks of school or an office to usher the new friendship in, I bottle it. I get so panicked that their initial impulse to be my friend will be wiped out once they spend proper time with me that I self-sabotage. This normally comes in the form of forgetting to reply to texts, not confirming plans, or just generally behaving so awkwardly that the thing never gets off the ground as I (so desperately) would like it to.