friendship
by , 03-12-2009 at 02:21 PM (1327 Views)
I’ve been so antisocial lately that I don’t even know anyone anymore. Sometimes I ask why I would join a social networking group. I’m incredibly antisocial. During times when I have to be social for work, volunteer programs, public speaking situations, mentoring and stuff like that, I’m faking it. I sound nice and social and interested, but it’s a big CONSPIRACY THEORY. (had to get that in somehow)
So in real life, not here of course because I love you people- seriously, I don’t really make a lot of friends. When someone puts out a little effort at being my friend I don’t reciprocate. It’s not personal, I’m flattered, but it’s not going to happen.
I do have a best friend now. I love her so much and I’m so happy that we are friends. We didn’t mean to be friends at all. She was actually friends with my sister. We are in the same education program and I ran into her at school one day. I don’t know how it got started but we got to talking about the amazing transformation that happens to boobs as women age. I insisted that large old lady boobs were the worst and she insisted that small ones were. So we drew these little pictures of what large and small old lady boobs look like to see who was right. It turns out that they are both pretty bad so we called it a tie. Since the boob pictures we’ve been best friends, that’s been about three years. I’ve known her for about 15 years though, just not well. I was talking with one of our teachers one day and she brought up my friend, but not by name. I said ‘Oh, I think you’re talking about my very best friend.’ She replied ‘Maybe. What’s your friend’s last name?’ I didn’t have a clue! We are like sisters and were even at that time, but I had no idea what her last name was. I was so embarrassed. Anyway, this is a relationship that really adds joy to my life and that means something to me. I think I’ll try to hang on to it.
This is a real deviation from my regular M.O. People change, circumstances change. I don’t expect to like the same people in ten years. I guess I’ve never really needed a friend before so it wasn’t so important to me. But, actually that’s not true. I had a friend once, one that I loved.
I was such a lousy friend. I ended the friendship in the meanest way I could. I don’t know what I was thinking that could have justified such cruelty. I’ve always felt bad about that. It was like a sin that I couldn’t forgive myself of partly because I couldn’t ask for forgiveness from my friend. Now that I haven’t seen this person in nearly 20 years and I’ve carried this guilt and blamed myself, I’ve sort of placed this old friend on a pedestal. It’s stretched for sure, but not completely undeserving. I have to say that I would not have made it through some situations without this dear friend. That is no exaggeration, but I am uncomfortable with all of the lurid details. My husband suggested I Google his name. I had not done this before because I feel so much shame for being such a lousy person. I took his advice and found him. He writes book reviews and has a blog. I’ve gone back and read all of his blogs, book reviews, and articles. I sent him an e-mail. He did not respond, but I knew he would not. It was nice to make my apology and express my appreciation after all of these years. I’m proud of him and I love him - not in a romantic sense. It’s easier to love someone you haven’t had to see or tolerate for 20 years in some ways. I guess I should say that I’m proud of him and I love who he has become in my imagination - again not romantically.
I wonder if I will still have my new friend in 20 years. I would say that it’s unlikely because we really are so similar especially when it comes to friendships. Maybe that will work in our favor.
This pointless ramble doesn’t really go anywhere from here.



