Tag: Friendship

Very rarely do I meet someone and immediately get a “potential-friendship-vibe”. While this statement may well be received as “overly dramatic” by others, it is true nonetheless. Actually, every lasting and meaningful friendship I was blessed with in my lifetime was initialized by the other person. Whatever, we’ve been down that dark, depressing alley a time or twenty-five...

Currently, that neighbor lady and I are making progress. But there are days when our lifestyle differences, and frequent misunderstandings leave me doubtful about any long term friendship potential. In general it never takes long until people get frustrated and call me exhausting, difficult and tiresome. Why, oh why did I think she would be the exception to the rule? Even more interesting is why on God’s green earth she keeps coming back for more? Most often she is the one, who initiates any conversation or activity…
Without the intention of wanting to accuse her of anything, I wonder why she wants to hang out with me? Maybe spending time with me gives her a feeling of superiority? Maybe she enjoys dazzling me with her intelligence, while letting me know simultaneously how dumb I am by comparison? What other motive can there be? She’s the type of person, who has a lot to share and I don’t mind that. Not only does it teach me to listen more and speak less, but more so, because I don’t find myself or my life all that exciting and share-worthy. She, in turn, likes to talk about her countless friends whom she’s known for decades. Well? What do you want with me then, I have to wonder? They are so well educated, do exciting things throughout their lives, traveled far, have impressive, expensive homes…yada, yada, yada. Am I supposed to be jealous? Of her friends? Of the things they do, or have? Am I supposed to feel lucky, that she gives me the time of day at all?

Sadly I don’t think that she and I will reach the friendship status, because I placed it on a pedestal. But that’s okay. Perhaps we will continue going for joined walks with the dogs, or meet up for a cup of coffee upon occasion and have good conversations. Now if I manage to not take everything so personally, or to question everything, and instead take this for what it is – without expectations, or the need for labels, I may end up happier with her being a part of my life for as long as it is meant to be.