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Making Friends Essays

This post is dedicated to my very first friends, my two sisters Christine and Grace.

As a kid, I spent a lot of time dreaming about what my adult life would be like. I would no doubt get increasingly fashionable with age (a fantasy for which I fully blame Carrie Bradshaw), fall in love, inhabit a subtly swank living space (think high ceilings, a fireplace in every room) and spend a lot of time with friends who would certainly live across the hall from me and come over every morning for coffee.

Being sucked into the misleading world of television, I spent a lot of time observing relationships that didn’t really look like work. They resembled quirky yet deep companionship, and while I did have some close friends throughout this phase of incessant daydreaming towards the future, I kept myself waiting for more, expecting something deeper, more fulfilling and completely effortless.

Instead, real life happened. And shit got lonely. Time and space let me grow apart from some former friends (colleges in different cities, bad breakups, forgetting to return calls in lieu of late-night studying) and while I forged some new friendships here or there, mostly I found myself spending a lot of time alone, wondering when I was going to find my circle, the group of people to which I would belong and instantly know it.

Once, I remember one of my then-only friends wondering out loud about my lack of other people, openly observing how my life was obviously barren in that particular department. Well, yeah, I wanted to say. It’s not like I’m not trying (I was, just not in the ways that actually would’ve worked). And it’s not as if I don’t have other friends elsewhere, I thought defensively (I did, they just lived in other areas or countries or states of mind). I felt judged, exposed, like some sort of freak-loser who couldn’t maintain a relationship of what I supposed was the easiest caliber. Boyfriends could be tough, sure, getting along with your parents when you’re a brooding twenty-year-old, even tougher. But friends? Shouldn’t that just be simple?

As it turns out, my lack of friendships wasn’t that I wasn’t making a sincere effort. It’s just that my efforts were misguided by my incorrect belief that making and keeping friends would be less complicated. Sure, you are thrown together with a grouping of peers in various different spans of life: high school, college, work. I have a handful of people who have hung on, stuck with me and are strung throughout the years of my life, the ones I can see after a length of time and resume our closeness as if nothing has changed. But mostly, I find that rare circumstance based on a combination of pure luck and forgiveness. Meeting up with someone you haven’t seen in a year and having it be comfortable or even fun is saying, It’s okay that you haven’t checked in on me. It’s okay that you don’t know where I’ve been or how I’ve felt or what’s worrying me. It’s really alright that you haven’t written or called or Skyped or texted. I get it. We’re all busy. Things happen. We’re here now.

And sure, there is a certain amount of work built into the foundation of those particular on-again-off-again relationships. Growing up together or having a shared experience (a really rough middle school hair phase, perhaps) or a fight that brought you closer than before. But as I entered my adult years, based on pure chance and the rare scenario depicted in the aptly titled sitcom Friends, I made the mistake of believing this to be common, that everyone was just wandering around in a group six-deep to call their own.

And while I have since adjusted my expectations and my approach from I-deserve-good-friends to I-will-earn-good-friends, I have compiled a list of learnings that, while less than revolutionary, are 100% packed with truth:

Call first. Then call again. Everyone seems to hate the phone these days. For everything these micro-magical-machines can do, their most primitive capability is also their least utilized: you can (oh my stars!) make phone calls?! YES. YOU CAN. And while dashing off a Tweet now and then is completely okay, setting aside some real time for intentional contact is key. You don’t have to talk for an hour. If you do, or you want to, great. But you can start small. You can wait for someone else to do it first, you can breathe a sigh of relief when you reach another voicemail recording (“Ball’s in their court now”) but if you crave the connection, you must be the one to chase it.

"If you crave the connection, you must be the one to chase it," via @HOLSTEE's #friendship issue of #mindfulmatter. 

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Letter writing is in again. Personally, I never found it to be out. This classic form of communication is so deeply intimate and so undervalued in an era of instantaneous connectivity. I’ve had several friends with whom I’ve exchanged letters and notes over the years. There is something so extremely wonderful about going to check the mail and seeing a handwritten address among a stack of bills and catalogs. Writing someone a letter is an investment. And sitting down in the middle of a rainy afternoon to catch up on someone’s life from a distance, not through a Facebook post that they’ve shared with everyone but through a direct lifeline from them to you, is a beautiful thing.

Expect less but give more. This one is pretty self-explanatory: if you want good friends, be a good friend first.

Look inward. I get it: if you’re out of school or you’re halfway settled into a work-life routine, meeting new people can feel challenging. And while you shouldn’t shut out the possibility of checking out a new yoga class or hosting a dinner, there’s something to be said for taking stock of the relationships you already have that might just be a little malnourished. Find a reason to reconnect, even if that reason is, “Hey, we haven’t talked in awhile!” and go from there.

"If you want good friends, be a good friend first," via @HOLSTEE's #friendship issue of #mindfulmatter. 

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Having people to share your life with makes the experiences you have that much more meaningful. Learning to be alone is valuable, as is learning to extend beyond yourself, getting a little uncomfortable and letting someone else in. If you can start from the ground up or uncover relationships you once deemed lost, if you can stop comparing the real world to the Real World, if you're really willing to work for it, if you can open your mind, arms and heart, you'll find the people that belong in your life. 

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Want to make more mindful connections? Come to our workshop on How To Build & Maintain Meaningful Relationships on February 10th!
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Helen Williams is the Community Love Director at Holstee. She is passionate about cooking and writing which pair well together on her vegetarian food blog, green girl eats. She's strives, every day, to be less sorry.

Making Friends

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Making Friends
The process of making a friend is a very unique one.  It
depends on the person one is trying to become friends with, it
depends on one's gender, it depends on one's age, but most
importantly it depends one's personality.  Every individual is
different and how they make friends differs just as greatly.  The
way I make friends depends heavily on my personality.  As an
introverted person, I tend to first meet potential friends through
what I call forced association.  After the initial meeting, I
evaluate them and determine whether or not I think they should be
my friend.  Bonding, specifically male bonding, follows and
acceptance is the final stage.
    Before I can delve into the sometimes mysterious process of
becoming friends with someone, I have to divulge some personal
information.  I am a great believer in personality typing:  the
theory that a great majority of people fall into one personality
type or another.  A complete analysis of my personality is not
within the scope of this essay, but suffice it to say that I am
very introverted.  This does not mean I am anti-social, it merely
means that new and non-routine interaction with others taxes my
energy.  The process of making a new friend is by definition a new
and non-routine interaction, therefore it is quite difficult for me
to initiate the process.  This is where the concept of forced
interaction comes in.  By forced interaction, I mean a situation
where another person and I are placed in an environment where we
have no choice but to interact with each other.  The largest and
most important type of forced interaction for me is school, and
more specifically, classes.  It is impossible to be completely
separate from other students in a class.  Consequently, I met all
my best friends in school (of course, it was a place that I spent
most of my time so it is not a big surprise).  Another type of
forced interaction comes when you meet a friend of one of your
friends.  It would be extremely rude to not interact with someone
that your friend considered to be friend.  That is the way that I
met a very close friend of mine and one who I will use as an
example of my friend-making process throughout this essay.  His
name is Andres and I originally met him through another friend of
mine, Josh. We were all going to the same high school next year
(more forced association), so it was only natural for Josh to try
to have us all become friends.  But I was not friends with Andres
when I first met him.  I had to figure out who he was before that
could happen.
    Evaluation has always been very important to me.  I constantly
evaluate and re-evaluate myself, my friends, my schoolwork, and so
forth, almost to the point of obsession.  I am ruthlessly self-
critical and it is only natural that this same criticism would
extend to those I consider my friends.  Before I can become friends
with someone, I have to determine whether or not I want to be
friends with them.  I have been told that this is an extremely
arrogant way of conducting relationships, but I find any other way
to be lacking.  If one's own needs in a relationship are not met
then it is impossible for them to fulfill other's.  The first step
in evaluation is the establishment of common ground.  It is very
unlikely that I will become even casual friends with someone who I
have nothing in common with.  The more important to me the
commonality is, the more likely I will desire to become close
friends with someone.  One of the first things I look for is
intelligence.  Part of my personality is the love of intelligence,
which means: doing things well in varying circumstances.  A very
important part of a friendship for me is intellectual stimulation.
If it is missing, the friendship will invariably begin to wane.  So
intelligence and knowledge are two things I look for almost
immediately in a new acquaintance.  Andres possesses both of these
qualities and he possesses them in areas that we both find
interesting.  Both of us have an aptitude for the sciences.  This
contributed greatly to me finding him worthy to be my friend.  But
knowledge and skills alone make a person boring, so I also look for
common personality traits.  A love of humor is also necessary, as
is a low degree of self-monitoring:  the degree to which people
change to match their surroundings.  I am extremely low in that
area

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