What is a friend? Why do I want any? What is a friend’s job description? These are questions I’ve been asking in the twisted issues of a desired relationship with the world. These are my small, sporadic forays in human interaction.
Facebook – This is my interactive Yearbook of Life. There are
photos, lists of accomplishments, smiling American faces with teeth showing, parading of pets (My mother’s nickname for me through childhood was Pet. Was she saying something?) and children, glimpses of daily life, and political views. They expect nothing of me though they do seem to appreciate occasional “likes” and comments. Some people never post anything and I look them up to see any news or find out if they have “unfriended” me. With Facebook I can stay connected or become re-connected with someone who otherwise would slip away–a big bonus for Facebook. These people are available with public banter 24/7, and they remind me I’m not invited to all parties and life goes on without me.
Blog – This group is a window to the lives of people I otherwise would never meet. They are not nearly as succinct in opinions or recaps of any subject in the world. They can write on and on and on. I’m impressed by that but sometimes bored, too. I wish I knew a few bloggers as three-dimensionals. Some teach me there is much in the world I’m unaware of and that we all have a very deep connection I shouldn’t forget. The blog world seems like a noisy, strange cocktail party with every generation yakking. I like that because otherwise my life tends to be with people “like me”. They are available for entertainment purposes 24/7, and also appreciate adoration and acceptance. What I miss with blog people is I’ve never looked them in their unique face, shook a hand, been able to observe mannerisms, or enjoy a spirited conversation without the apology or explanation of smiley faces.
Three-Dimensionals – This group of blood and guts people (Who
knows, maybe everyone in the blog world is a cyborg.) are those who know where I live, my phone number, and we’ve shared a meal. A few have gotten on airplanes to visit me just for fun, some would send a get well card, others might not hear I was sick until I was better. They are not available 24/7, though they would answer an emergency. They have personal opinions and expectations of me based on experience that few Facebook and no blog people do.
Time to look at twisted friendship.
What is a friend? Answer: A person I call a friend and hopefully calls me one, too.
Why do I want any? Answer: Because I am human and wired to seek others whether it’s to love, not love, or only to endure.
What is a friend’s job description: Answer: Facebook people give me nostalgia and pleasure in past acquaintances and some far-flung relatives.
Blog people underline not every great writer is published, potential three-dimensional friends live everywhere, and there is always an interesting conversation somewhere.
Three-dimensionals remind me to always keep them in my life and love them for all their perfections and imperfections. They also respond well to acceptance and appropriate adoration. Their voices, the fall of their hair, the uniqueness of their laughter, the way they hold their heads when I’ve said something stupid, well, you can’t beat the three-dimensionals.