Another article about the nature of friendship, this time by Zoe Williams. She looks at a study from twenty-five years ago by Time Sharing Experiments for the Social Sciences (TESS) that defined friends as close confidantes, people to whom you can tell anything. Back then, apparently, we had an average of three friends each.
A few months ago I wrote about Robin Dunbar’s theory about the number and kinds of friends someone typically has: five intimate friends, 15 good friends (including the five intimate ones), 50 ‘ordinary’ friends and 150 acquaintances. Zoe Williams isn’t so keen on Dunbar:
I prefer the TESS definition, or better still, the Portuguese saying, “You have five friends, and the rest is landscape.” I was reading an interview with a young person recently (nope, name, occupation, purpose… all completely gone, the only bit I remember is this next bit) in which he said that he’d realised that a friend is someone who will drop what they’re doing and come and help you, if you need it.
I thought it was weird that a person whose formative years occurred post-internet needs to have that spelled out, but it also struck me that you can only perform that office for a handful of people, and you would ideally (unless you’re some kind of grifter) want a balance, between the people who you’ll drop everything for, and those who’ll drop everything for you.
So I have five friends. For my own amusement, I shuffle them up and down the top-five hierarchy, and sometimes kick one out for a new friend, only to have to put them back in when I remember that you can’t make old friends. A couple of couples I bust in on a technicality, by thinking of them as one person. But still, five friends. The rest is landscape.
You can see the brief interviews that follow the article, where a few ordinary people are brave enough to speak about how few close friends they really have.
1 bestest who knows my soul better than me
1 sister in Christ
3 dearest girlie friends for socials and fun
1 Beloved
1 Antique Elder
none of them use F Book!
lie two of the social girlies use fbook
I have three friends who are a part of me; one I speak to maybe once every year or two, the other I haven’t seen for twenty years, and the third I haven’t seen or spoken to for perhaps thirty years. They are a part of my fabric and a day does not go by that I do not thank God for these friends.
My good daily friends, perhaps five people, are true dear souls.
Bo,
You have been in my thoughts for the past couple of days. I think it is so beautiful what you said about your friendships. And that they are a part of you, allows you to live with them, even in their absence. And that is how I am with the people I Love whom have died. God’s special gift.
I just wanted to understand what it is that stops you from physically reaching out to someone whom you dearly Love, for 30 years if they are still alive. God’s precious sacred gift of friendship whilst we are on earth. x
Or maybe you do reach out, and they do not reach back?
mags,
Thank you for your comments and thoughts. In response to your query; perhaps it is the right thing to let life go on. When someone has gone a different path, and you go on another, the love remains but the right thing may be to treasure that love like the jewel that it was, and not to disturb the paths taken. . .
Actually am now feeling hideously guilty about all the ones I Love and share with my daily life with that I didn’t include. Part of me has always tried to keep my social networking landscape to people that are actually very real and special of sorts to me (not diluting them), and I Love them all.
However just lately I have felt especially reference Facebook that anyone who dare asks ought to be accepted. Maybe the evangelization of Love might just rub off a little and brighten their day, a little like in the film crash. The influence our actions have upon others, even ones we may not choose ourselves.
According to Sir Alex Ferguson: “At the end of the day, you only need six people to carry your coffin.”
Bo, Thank you for your beautifully dignified, honest and poetic response x
“But the right thing may be to treasure that love like the jewel that it was”
Very beautiful, again. And I think being held in ones memory captures it eternal.
The words, ‘perhaps’ ‘let life go on’ ‘maybe’ ‘disturb’ ‘was’, however, are all NOT words of peace that I feel the deepest of God’s gift of jewelled friendship deserves to inhabit.
And they leave me as your reader, feeling sadness and an unreconciled grief for those 30 years of friendship, not sharing the differences and the blessings between the different paths taken/chosen…
It reminds me of the tale of the 3 coins, one squandered, one buried….. And one invested.
God Bless You Bo x