Oh yeah. I am not a good friend. Virtually or IRL. I'm not sure why. I don't make friends easily and to say something always happens is to disown responsibility. I'm pretty darned sure that the fault is all mine. I'm not sure whether it's because I don't have the skills or don't have the passion to maintain friendships or maybe both. I lose LJ friends a lot and never know why. I got unfriended again this morning.
(It's really unfair to toss LJ friends into the mix as it is a very different dynamic for the most part and I enjoy the come-and-go - ness of it. But, since most people these days lock their journals down, unfriending means I am locked out of reading and that's a big bummer. Consequences of not being a good enough friend!)
In college, I met Heather along about my freshman year. We bonded like super glue immediately. We were instant and truly best friends. She knew my family, I knew hers. She lived in West Virginia and I lived in North Carolina. She moved to Kentucky and I moved to Connecticut. She went to Tuscon and I went to Seattle. All along the way we were besties. For a quarter of a century. And then not.
Family differences really did most of the prying loose. She had a daughter who was a really intolerable toddler. I had my reasons for not being close to my family and she did not approve one tiny bit. Mainly I think our very different lives, coated with layers of complicated geography just wore the friendship out.
I have not talked to her in a couple of decades. I assume she's still in Arizona and still married to the same guy and that the toddler is now a grownup but they are all assumptions. I have no facts at all. Clearly she has very little online presence - probably all on facebook. I can find clues but that's it. I wonder what she's up to and how are her mother and father and little sister and brother. (Her sister once came to visit Seattle years and years ago and called me when she got here to ask where Kurt Cobain's grave was - he had died earlier that year. I had no idea who he was or where he was buried. Alison was less than impressed.)
I'm not sure there are even enough threads or interest to do any reparation work on the friendship but I really do regret that I let that one go.
(It's really unfair to toss LJ friends into the mix as it is a very different dynamic for the most part and I enjoy the come-and-go - ness of it. But, since most people these days lock their journals down, unfriending means I am locked out of reading and that's a big bummer. Consequences of not being a good enough friend!)
In college, I met Heather along about my freshman year. We bonded like super glue immediately. We were instant and truly best friends. She knew my family, I knew hers. She lived in West Virginia and I lived in North Carolina. She moved to Kentucky and I moved to Connecticut. She went to Tuscon and I went to Seattle. All along the way we were besties. For a quarter of a century. And then not.
Family differences really did most of the prying loose. She had a daughter who was a really intolerable toddler. I had my reasons for not being close to my family and she did not approve one tiny bit. Mainly I think our very different lives, coated with layers of complicated geography just wore the friendship out.
I have not talked to her in a couple of decades. I assume she's still in Arizona and still married to the same guy and that the toddler is now a grownup but they are all assumptions. I have no facts at all. Clearly she has very little online presence - probably all on facebook. I can find clues but that's it. I wonder what she's up to and how are her mother and father and little sister and brother. (Her sister once came to visit Seattle years and years ago and called me when she got here to ask where Kurt Cobain's grave was - he had died earlier that year. I had no idea who he was or where he was buried. Alison was less than impressed.)
I'm not sure there are even enough threads or interest to do any reparation work on the friendship but I really do regret that I let that one go.
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Date: 2017-11-26 06:32 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2017-11-26 07:05 pm (UTC)Interesting to read something that rings so true from a stranger, isn't it?
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Date: 2017-11-26 06:53 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2017-11-26 08:26 pm (UTC)When you add relationships to the mix, it's an added wrinkle to this scenario. Too many people I know - INCLUDING ME! - compromise their identity - i.e. - their beliefs, values, preferences, and priorities to being in relationships. If they were to look within and really evaluate why they do this, it's because they fear being alone. However, you are not in this crowd. You put yourself first, thrive on being alone, and do not compromise yourself for anyone else.
You know what? You're the healthy one.
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Date: 2017-11-26 08:33 pm (UTC)I'll be honest, if you were to ask me what I value and want most for me it's everything you describe in your first paragraph. Wow. How very gratifying to know that at least here in this journal, I've managed to project that. Very cool and how wonderful of you to explain it so nicely. Wow.
And, yes, getting there means giving up stuff like people :)
Thank you. A lot.
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Date: 2017-11-27 04:00 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2017-11-27 03:34 pm (UTC)Being alone has never bothered me and has really improved my bridge game.
The only person I really see you miss is your friend John. Everyone should understand themselves as well as you do, I envy that in you at times.
I do know that true friends are always there for you and do not desert you in spite of yourself. No judging. Not the ones who bail you out, the ones who sit beside you and say: That was fun!!
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Date: 2017-11-27 04:50 pm (UTC)In general I'm trying not to take it so hard, losing people. I go the other way on this stuff, generally, and hate a burned bridge. But radical acceptance, and thus sanity?, depends on accepting loss, of all things dear and less so, and people have probably been too dear to me. I dunno. We're social animals. I was maybe too social an animal?
This biz is an issue for me, I guess.