I just called off a friendship, and, consequently, I feel sad. It needed to be done. She wanted to meet for coffee, but I'd rather do hot yoga, pass out, and pay for the Emergency Room trip in change to an old, fat, over-bearing accountant scowling at me the entire time. Well, that may be overstating my lack of desire by a small margin. We don't really have anything in common. I don't really care about potty training and arguments over strawberries, and she doesn't care about my fantastic impersonations of customers and immature but overwhelming existential angst.
I had a conversation at reunion with a good friend who happens to be a psychologist. We were discussing my lackluster year, and she said, "I thought you had a lot church friends or something."
I responded, "I did too."
"Where were they?" she countered.
"Hell if I know," I answered.
The friend I broke up with was one of the above named AWOL people. I feel kind of bad talking like that with my Jewish friend. But, I didn't know where my friends were nor where God was in the maelstrom. And, furthermore, I know very few Christians who haven't been deeply wounded by the church and her members. Words are so much easier than actions. Believe me, I know. I'm definitely not the go-to evangelist. Faith doesn't make life easier merely richer and more meaningful.
I've been thinking about friends and friendship often recently. The many people who've disappointed me have really high-lighted the amazing friends that I do have. The shoddy, generic friendships offer foil for the real deal. Maybe I'll cobble together a coherent couple of paragraphs on the subject.
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