I have lost friends, some by death… others by sheer inability to cross the street.
― Virginia Woolf
I just finished reading an essay, “Girlfriends,” in Anna Quindlen’s Lots of Candles, Plenty of Cake. In her memoir Quindlen passes along Virginia Woolf’s wise words, above. Those words struck me hard. For, you see, I am at an age where I have lost friends to death, although you might say age has nothing to do with it, and that’s true. Friends, or God forbid, family, can be snatched from us at any age, at any time; witness the recent unspeakable event in Aurora, Colorado.
How Wide Is the Street?
Having gotten those morbid thoughts out of the way, I’d rather focus on the other part of Woolf’s quote. We lose friends, Woolf suggests, “by sheer inability to cross the street.” Those words stunned me. How many times have I let friendships languish out of inertia? How often have I been unable, or unwilling, to “cross the street”?
I thought immediately of a good friend–we used to be “besties,” as the young ones might say–whom I haven’t seen in months. We haven’t even talked on the phone or emailed. I’m mystified by this neglect of a long-time friendship. I’m afraid we’ve drifted away from each other because of political and religious differences, and there’s no way one of us can convince the other she’s wrong. Even though we have “agreed to disagree,” those differences have cast a pall on our friendship. And yet, why have I not crossed the street, called one more time, and suggested we get together? I have not, and it’s a shame.
Then there’s my dearest childhood friend who writes me long, lovely, handwritten letters occasionally, newsy notes about her and her husband and what’s going on in their lives. When we do talk, maybe once a year (why not more often?), we always pick up where we left off, as though not one of the events of our later lives has intervened. We might as well be girls again, sleeping over and giggling–or crying–about boyfriends. That’s a rare friendship indeed. My response to those long letters she writes? She’s lucky if she gets an email in return. She deserves a better friend.
And there are the friends in my book group (we call it “the bookgroup,” as in the only one). Some of us “go way back”; others are relatively new friends with whom I share a great love of books. We don’t always agree; in fact, we have spirited discussions when we meet. But we respect each other. I think it’s safe to say we love each other. We would cross the street; indeed, we have. (One of those friends shared the Quindlen essay with me. Thanks, J—.)
A Whole New World
And then there’s the new world of cyber-friends. Friends, you say? Are you skeptical? That’s all right. I was, too, in the beginning. Yes, I use Facebook to keep up with my dear ones. Otherwise, Facebook “relationships” seem superficial, at best. And yet, if you’re lucky, a comaraderie develops over time as acquaintances open to each other through common interests; as they sense when someone needs a good word; as they listen (figuratively, yes); as they offer themselves unselfishly, laugh together, and cry together.
This is particularly true of writers, I think. I’ve become associated with a group of writers through Facebook and other social media. We may have started out with the goal of increasing our online presence and creating a “platform” so that as we publish and hopefully, someday, really need a platform, we’ll be ready with the website and the Facebook Writer’s Page and a Twitter account and a nice number of connections across the Web. But I believe, as we’ve gotten to know each other better, bonds have formed among us. We don’t all know each other equally well; we don’t all share the same goals; we might not recognize each other if we were all thrown into a crowded room together. But we are connected. What we care about—our writing, mostly, but also our successes, our failures, our significant life moments, both good and bad—we have come to expect to share with these other folks whom we may never see in the flesh.
Let’s Have a Cup of Coffee
Yet we are, in a real sense, capable of “crossing the street” for each other. It’s not the same as sitting across from that old friend I miss a lot, having a cup of coffee, and catching up, or writing that long overdue letter, or having a pithy book discussion that ends in good will and laughter. It’s not the same as showing up at the home of a friend when somebody is sick or there’s terrible news.
But give us time and technology! We may just get there.
How important are your friendships, “in the flesh” or otherwise? Let me know your thoughts!
6 thoughts on “So Many Streets, So Many Connections”
I’m so thankful that you included this link with your today’s post. I seemed to have missed it the first go round. You are truly one of the gems I cherish from that platform challenge. As you know it began for me being sent home from work with a concussion. Who knew I’d gain a platform and a wonderful writerly community of friends as emotional ballast to help me through this rough terrain.
Who knew?! I joined the platform challenge because I needed to know more, never thinking I would do much with it. Now here we are, as you said, with this terrific bunch of writer-friends rooting for each other! Great stuff happening.
My post today includes profiles of the Steering Committee. I’m going to resume my #MNINB Blogroll…modified to showcase our Wordsmith Studio teams. That will be a regular feature of my Thursday posts for awhile. We do have such a terrific group of writers. Great talents and wonderful hearts. So lucky to be counted as part of the group.
Me, too. Grateful!
I love this post Gerry. It’s so true. My husband is now retired from the Marines. I left home at age 27, leaving my close friends behind. We are all still connected but the distance and growth changed our relationships. In the 15 years that I have been married, I have only made one bestie and we were never stationed/lived in the same town. I started blogging quietly over two years ago. I have made some really wonderful connections. There are people who I e-mail outside of social media and there are a lot of people I would like to meet in real life. Some people don’t understand my cyber friendships, but I totally get the “whole new world.”
Moving around can be tough on friendships, as can other situations (like divorce; that almost totally changed my friend landscape). I enjoy my online friends, especially my writing buddies. The memoir challenge revealed how much some of us have in common. Thanks for reading and commenting, Kenya!