Reading a piece on a friend’s private blog made me resonate so much with what she said that I had to write about it. She was musing about what makes friends and who are acquaintances.
As I let my mind wander down the alleyways of time, I realized there are a lot of people I call friends and I really mean it. I know there are some people who are very picky about whom they call friends. For me, if I know you and a part of your extended family then no two ways about it – you are my friend. I wonder if it stems from the fact that I open up easily and therefore trust people who share their lives with me. I still remember people I connected with when I was all of four or five years old and think of them fondly. For each stage in my life I have a set of people that I associate with friendship. What that means though is that there are very few acquaintances. Almost like all or nothing. And it does not mean that I have to be in touch with them often. These are the people I can meet after years and still pick up and carry on like the gaps in communication never existed.
On a different note, I believe as I grow older my capacity to make new friends diminishes. In the few years after college and initial years at work, I have probably made a handful or friends and rediscovered old ones. I wonder if it is because as we grow, the criterion for new relationships change.
As for acquaintances, I haven’t thought too much about it. While I mull it over, I’d be glad to hear from you.