The one where they all stop talking to each other

[j4]

Answering questions about the strength or otherwise of friendships is always hard, but even more so at the moment when I feel like everybody is at odds with each other in one way or another. And, before anybody reaches for shift-8, all the well-intentioned "*hugs*" in the world aren't a substitute for what's missing.

I feel like the strong friendships that I thought would last for years have all fallen away, and I don't know if I was just being naive in thinking that any friendship would last that long. I worry that it's all my fault that my friendships have drifted away, for reasons that I'm not allowed to talk about.

But I feel like I don't have any spare emotional energy to try to rebuild friendships that have faded; and most of all I don't feel I have anything to bring to a friendship at the moment. I don't do anything, I don't think anything, I can't help anybody, I'm neither useful nor beautiful. I don't see what the point would be of trying to force this parcel of misery on people who have enough problems of their own.

The worst of it is that this doesn't make me despair; it just makes me feel flat and empty. I feel like the colour is leaching out of everything, like everything is tending towards zero. And all I can do is sit and watch the world run down like a wind-up toy that has fallen over, no longer running, just kicking slower and slower until finally, imperceptibly, motion becomes motionlessness.

Comments

[kake]

I hope I don't count as having drifted away. It's more my fault than yours that we don't see each other much at the moment; you've been to visit me and I haven't yet successfully managed to get all the way to Cambridge to visit you.

[jiggery-pokery.livejournal.com]

I don't know if this will be a reassurance or an annoyance, but the thing about friendships is that you can't help it if someone else decides to like you, and (even taking the standard complain about the misnomer of LiveJournal's capital-F Friends into account) there are a lot of people who like you, from your high points to your low ones, enough to care about you and follow your life. I am one, but I don't want to start a "So am I!" "Me too!" "Me seventy-four and my badgers!" cascade. I also happen to believe the converse is true and took great comfort on the occasions when you have unexpectedly showed it in the past.

Now admittedly all the weak-swapping-friendly-LiveJournal-comments-and-meeting-once-a-year-hopefully friendships in the world may not be as fulfilling as regular-contact, unbounded friendships (which, I guess, is exactly the point you were making in the final sentence of your first paragraph) but I hope you can see their good points as well as their considerable shortcomings.

Para three: no enshifted-digits required, but I know what you meen and do feel like that myself from time to time, particularly when considering some of my weak-but-might-once-have-been-strong {F|f}riends.

[bopeepsheep.livejournal.com]

I was at this point about 3 years ago. I won't say that what happened to me will magically happen to you, that would be fatuous. But you never know what is going to happen tomorrow. Friends reappear, new friends come along, friends that are barely there continue to be good when they are and one just realises that that is the pattern of that particular friendship from now on, and so on. There's no point my persuading you here that you do have plenty of stuff to bring to Friendship; you don't sound like you're in a place to accept that right now (even though I mean it and I'm sure you know it).

Emotional energy is hard to come by. But let it be and it will recharge.

[rmc28]

Beauty (and utility for that matter) are in the eye of the beholder. And sometimes helping someone else is a good distraction from one's own problems.

[lnr]

It was nice to see you this evening, even for a short while. And I'll look forward to lunch on Friday. I don't mean to have drifted, it just feels so difficult sometimes. Especially when you feel like you're not allowed to talk about things.

I know what you mean about not having a lot to offer to friendships at the moment though, I feel a lot that way sometimes too. Less bad this week than a week or two back I guess.

why?

[vinaigrettegirl.livejournal.com]

Ouch.

Who says you can't talk about 'it'? You, on the premise that "least said, soonest mended"? (Sometimes true, sometimes not: there is a time and a place for most conversations, but what do *you* need?) If someone else says you can't talk, why? What is your silence worth to them, and at what cost to you?

What is the worst thing that could happen, either in your imaginings or in reality?

BoPeepSheep has a good take on this: you don't know what may yet happen. The friendships you may think are faded may be just lying fallow for a time. Now is not forever, it's just now.

You do do things: you don't give yourself credit for them, which is different. You worked the bar, I think, last Thursday: you solved a couple of problems for at least two people by showing up and doing your job, and doing it for pay doesn't demean having done it. You went to St. Botolph's and looked and found out something new you didn't know before.
You do your work, whether you admire yourself for it or not, and that is good stewardship. Right now, you have to live on little satisfactions, day to day, but it won't be like this all the time, forever.

You're allowed to let other people help you without calling yourself a "parasite" (a word you used about yourself with which I categorically disagree - you are being far too hard on yourself): you're allowed, I am sure, even to turn up at your parents' and say "Mom, I'm absolutely whacked and I want to sleep for a week and drink hot chocolate when I'm awake" and the worst thing she would probably say is "OK, but you have to make it yourself sometimes." And if not parents, then you do have friends in whom your faith will be justified - all you have to do is act on that faith in them. I once turned up at a friend's house at 9 p.m. without so much as a toothbrush or a clean pair of knickers, in total collapse, and stayed for two days, with knicks and toothbrush provided 'on the house'. If I hadn't faced up to how low I was and asked for help I still might not know what a good friend that person was (and still is). Your friends will come through if you give them a chance.

And if some of your friends are at odds with each other, that is their responsibility, not yours. Several seem not to be at odds with you, and that's the main thing.

Have a hot drink on this cold and rainy day. xx

Neither useful nor beautiful

[bjh21.livejournal.com]

You generally strike me as being useful, albeit not in a very immediate way. Sort of like the random stuff that fills the cupboards at work -- we don't actually need it at the moment, but it's clearly good stuff, and we'll doubtless have some need for it at some point, and if we don't, someone else will.

As for beauty, I think some of your writings here have something like that -- that last sentence for instance.

This comment by contrast, really is neither useful nor beautiful. It doesn't even relate to what you're writing about.