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|موضوع: ما الصداقة؟........... الأحد أبريل 03, 2011 1:44 am|| |
What is friendship? مااااااا الصداقة
This leads to a sense of familiarity, which is expected, but it can also
give a sense of intimacy, even friendship, which is wrong, because
what’s going on here is not friendship, although inside us many of the
feelings that come from being a regular reader of a weblog are the same
ones we feel as we are developing a friendship, in the world evolution
designed us for. But this is not that world.
And with this comes a tough lesson, and unfortunately it seems, you only
learn this by living, television doesn’t teach it, schools don’t teach
it, and if you’re above a certain age, our parents didn’t teach it. You
have to learn it by living, by thinking of someone as a friend, only to
find out they don’t think of you as a friend. It can be devastating, I
know, I’ve been there myself. But all the wishing, all the manipulation,
all the determination, just serves to push the would-be friend further
away. Because friendship is something you choose to do, you don’t do it
out of a sense of obligation. To force someone to be a friend is to not
have a friend.
It’s not just something that happens with blogs, celebrity of any kind
yields a false intimacy, they’ve made dozens of movies about it. The
star is objectified. In the presence of a fan, the star is not a human,
it’s an object, it behaves the way the fan wants it to behave. It signs
the autograph, it smiles, it thanks. Stephen King wrote a horror story
about this called Misery in which the protagonist is bound, held hostage
and tortured by a fan. There’s an awful DeNiro movie, where he plays a
fan who’s determined to be friends with a star, played by Jerry Lewis.
It’s one of the few movies I’ve walked out on, it’s so hard to watch.
I learned a lot about friends when I got sick in 2002. I learned that a
friend is someone I trust to be with me when I am at my weakest and most
vulnerable. And they are people who, no matter how painful it is to
see, are willing to be with me when I am so helpless and weak. If I
would trust my life with you, and vice versa, we are friends. It’s not
about whether you are trustworthy, or whether you are friendly, it’s the
actual act of trust that is the basis of friendship. If I trust you to
be truthful, then you’re a friend. If I find I must be careful how I say
things, then it’s something other than friendship.
Friendship is not a state of mind, it’s an act. It’s something you do,
it’s not about whether you’re good or not, it’s not a reflection of you,
it’s a balanced relationship between people. That doesn’t mean it’s
always balanced at every moment. Sometimes you “need a friend” and other
times it’s the other way. It’s a trust that’s returned. When I was
younger and thought I was in love, a friend said it’s not love unless
it’s returned. Friendship and love are not quite the same thing,
although there’s a lot of love around friendship. I learned that love
isn’t even something about two people, it’s a state of being for one
person. You aren’t in love, you are love. You are, whether you
acknowledge it or not. The heart that’s pumping blood through your body
is an act of love, 24 hours a day, whether you’re Mother Teresa or Adolf
Hitler. (Sorry for the extreme example.)
There’s a world of difference between being a friend and being a fan.
I’ve heard people who I’ve never met say we’re friends. And then of
course when I do something they don’t like, I’ve betrayed the supposed
friendship. They’re living in a dreamworld. The more popular my weblog
has become the more people have this dream. It’s very puzzling to be the
object in the middle of this swirl of emotions, I say object because my
job isn’t to be truthful, my job is to be who you think I should be. Of
course that’s not friendship, that’s torture.
In 1997 I wrote: “When a friend changes you can find the bond that’s
connecting you at a deeper level. The surface stuff isn’t a good thing
to depend on. Physical bodies change as they grow. So do emotional
bodies and intellectual ones. Take a deep breath. People move, life is
more like a wild dance than a ceremony. You just can’t tell what’s
So if you find yourself trying to coerce someone into not changing, then dear reader, that is not friendship, that is coercion
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