Wishing to be friends is quick work, but friendship is a slow ripening fruit. – Aristotle
Hey! How’ve you been? I got busy last week and we didn’t get to talk, but here we are now over coffee so let’s get to it.
I’ll admit right out of the gate that this might be a little weird because I should be asking about you and certainly not spending all my time talking about another friend. Kind of rude, I know. But I just have to. Not that there’s anything wrong with you…there’s not!
I promise, we’ll get back to you soon.
So, I have this friend who I met on Facebook. I know. Some people think the ones you meet on FB are nothing resembling “real” friends. I agree on some level. I’m not interested in taking all my FB friendships to the offline world, but that’s OK—and I think many of my FB friends would say the same. No offense, taken or intended. We’re all adults here.
But occasionally you’ll happen upon an avatar or picture or some words in a post that flip your familiarity switch. You know the one, right? The one that gives you that “seems like I’ve known you forever” feeling. That feeling of crawling into your bed after you’ve been away for a long time—diving into your worn sheets and rolling around on the mattress divots that cup all your body bumps.
Don’t you hate it when you get sucked into a juicy story and for whatever reason you don’t get to finish it? It might be a movie, an “accidental” eavesdropped conversation or an article in your dentist’s waiting room. You’re left thinking, I wonder what happened?
I received a friend request on Facebook this week. “Big whoopdee ding dong,” you say.
I agree. Generally Facebook friend requests are not a big deal.
But this one was. At least it was for me.
The last time I talked to this person we were seniors in high school. I told her I couldn’t come to her church anymore and she told me we couldn’t be friends anymore. It was both one of the easiest and hardest friendships I ever had to let go.
We’d been friends in grade school but had drifted apart. Then senior year we started chatting again because we were both in show choir.
We were on a school bus on the way to a show choir concert when she said, “If the bus crashed now and we died, do you know what would happen to you?”