On the other hand, my sister isn't more than twice as friendly as 1 am. I would say that she's maybe 20 percent friendlier than me, maybe as much as 30 percent more fun overall. I can be aloof and difficult to reach out to; I tend to simmer and withdraw into myself when I'm upset; I can sometimes make harsh judgments about people too quickly or because I feel threatened by someone's behavior or personality or way of talking. But my sister can be explosive. She gets into fights and tells people what she really thinks of them, no holds barred, no punches pulled. She breaks off friendships abruptly, dramatically, while I let them wither through studied inattention. So really, those things should balance each other out and we should have about the same number of friends or maybe she should have a few more than me. But not twice as many. I put the disparity down to the fact that I'm a person who has high standards for friendship. I don't count just anyone as a friend. For example, I don't pretend that I'm friends with someone whom I just spent time around getting stoned in college. I don't count as a friend someone with whom I just share mutual friends and acquaintances. I don't know if my sister has these high standards.

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These are my thoughts after i read each story.