Sosuke
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The most important thing to me is my friendships. It is true that I do not have very many friends. I have found this to be the best way. Having many friends always seemed like a crazy idea to me. How can you be expected to give time to yourself and many friends without burning yourself out? My theory has a major flaw in it, which I am only just discovering. What happens when you discover that the few friends you have are people with whom you no longer have anything in common? This year (2010) has been a rather strange one for me. I have noticed my desires, wants, and wishes are shifting and changing. They no longer match what they have been for so many years before. This shifting is starting to cause cracks to appear in my friendships and creating a void between them and me. Have you ever experienced this and how did you get through it? The most striking thing that has happened is how I feel and view my friends. As cruel as this may appear, I am finding my friendships unfulfilling, uninspiring, unchallenging and boring. They are terribly stale. Is this normal and just something that comes and goes?
Turkish Boredom:
After spending the last two weeks in Turkey with three friends, it has seriously brought my feelings about my friendships to the centre of my thoughts. Very often, I was bored rigid with their company. They were happy to sit, read, eat, drink, sleep and read some more. I was craving stimulating conversation and exploring the area of Turkey we were staying in. How was I supposed to compete with Stephen King, James Herbert and J.R.R. Tolkien? Trust me, I tried but in the end, I was fed up with trying to start conversations. It was clear that out of the four of us I was the odd one. I desired conversation and interaction and they preferred solitude and to disappear into three different worlds of fiction. For me, the real world is far more interesting. The best time of the holiday for me was when I was alone and exploring the parts of Avsallar that are not frequented by Europeans. I discovered a very private and quiet Turkish village up in the mountains. I would love to have shared that with a friend - I was apparently on holiday with three people who hold the title of friend but the shops, drinking, pool and books were far more appealing than exploration, or my company. Am I reading into this all wrong or is it actually I that is the problem?
Facebook Coma:
When I returned to England, I discovered that my mental state did not change. When I logged onto Facebook I felt suddenly depressed just reading over what I missed over the two weeks I was away. It was clear that all I had missed was how drunk most "friends" had managed to get, what they had eaten, who they had had sex with, who had trashed who and what was happening on X Factor. I swear I felt a coma setting in. It was clear I had missed nothing. Can you relate or are we on very different pages? The only "friends" on Facebook that lifted my spirits were those who spoke of real issues, which added up to a couple of people. I have sat back and wondered if I have just grown into a bit of a snob but I think that is unfair because I cannot help what I find dull and boring. I simply cannot get all excited about getting drunk, eating like a pig or what is happening on X Factor. I certainly get nothing out of reading about sexual conquests. Does this make me a snob? I so hope you answer no to that question. Perhaps I am sad but I am more interested in what is happening to my friends on a far more personal level and yes, politics, world affairs, debates and current events do excite me a great deal more. When a friend wrote me about her son and another about his challenges in moving I was thrilled because that is what I crave in my friendships.
Death of Friendship:
I never enjoy ending a friendship because I love the person or we would not be friends in the first place. My problem is that I am beating myself up over the real motives behind my change of feelings. Why do I no longer find such trivial stuff that interesting and why do I crave more meaningful and "real" issues? Why do I instantly switch off and grow bored when I read or hear about sexual encounters, X Factor or how much drink a person has consumed in a very short space of time? Why do I look upon these people as tragic and sad and think they need to grow up and get a life? Is there a solution to this? Is it simply a case of I am changing and drifting away from my present friends or is there something else going on that I have overlooked? Is this something that has already happened to you? If so, how did you deal with it? Must I really take the drastic step of ending the friendships that no longer give me anything? The other fear is that I will simply end up being a lonely person because I will never find friends to whom I can relate. Clearly, the risk with this thought is that I settle for second or third best and remain unfulfilled, unchallenged, uninspired and very unhappy, which cannot be good. Whatever the solution or whatever happens it is clear that I am changing and my desires have shifted. I will never be able to get excited about sexual conquests, X Factor, Kylie, Madonna or how much drink a person has damaged their body with. Going out to gay bars and nightclubs will never excite me or interest me and I will always appear homophobic because of my alternative views. I guess I have to make some tough decisions or just accept the change and differences and see if I can make it all work. If you have been through this or are going through this I would be so happy to hear what you have to say and how you dealt with it.
Turkish Boredom:
After spending the last two weeks in Turkey with three friends, it has seriously brought my feelings about my friendships to the centre of my thoughts. Very often, I was bored rigid with their company. They were happy to sit, read, eat, drink, sleep and read some more. I was craving stimulating conversation and exploring the area of Turkey we were staying in. How was I supposed to compete with Stephen King, James Herbert and J.R.R. Tolkien? Trust me, I tried but in the end, I was fed up with trying to start conversations. It was clear that out of the four of us I was the odd one. I desired conversation and interaction and they preferred solitude and to disappear into three different worlds of fiction. For me, the real world is far more interesting. The best time of the holiday for me was when I was alone and exploring the parts of Avsallar that are not frequented by Europeans. I discovered a very private and quiet Turkish village up in the mountains. I would love to have shared that with a friend - I was apparently on holiday with three people who hold the title of friend but the shops, drinking, pool and books were far more appealing than exploration, or my company. Am I reading into this all wrong or is it actually I that is the problem?
Facebook Coma:
When I returned to England, I discovered that my mental state did not change. When I logged onto Facebook I felt suddenly depressed just reading over what I missed over the two weeks I was away. It was clear that all I had missed was how drunk most "friends" had managed to get, what they had eaten, who they had had sex with, who had trashed who and what was happening on X Factor. I swear I felt a coma setting in. It was clear I had missed nothing. Can you relate or are we on very different pages? The only "friends" on Facebook that lifted my spirits were those who spoke of real issues, which added up to a couple of people. I have sat back and wondered if I have just grown into a bit of a snob but I think that is unfair because I cannot help what I find dull and boring. I simply cannot get all excited about getting drunk, eating like a pig or what is happening on X Factor. I certainly get nothing out of reading about sexual conquests. Does this make me a snob? I so hope you answer no to that question. Perhaps I am sad but I am more interested in what is happening to my friends on a far more personal level and yes, politics, world affairs, debates and current events do excite me a great deal more. When a friend wrote me about her son and another about his challenges in moving I was thrilled because that is what I crave in my friendships.
Death of Friendship:
I never enjoy ending a friendship because I love the person or we would not be friends in the first place. My problem is that I am beating myself up over the real motives behind my change of feelings. Why do I no longer find such trivial stuff that interesting and why do I crave more meaningful and "real" issues? Why do I instantly switch off and grow bored when I read or hear about sexual encounters, X Factor or how much drink a person has consumed in a very short space of time? Why do I look upon these people as tragic and sad and think they need to grow up and get a life? Is there a solution to this? Is it simply a case of I am changing and drifting away from my present friends or is there something else going on that I have overlooked? Is this something that has already happened to you? If so, how did you deal with it? Must I really take the drastic step of ending the friendships that no longer give me anything? The other fear is that I will simply end up being a lonely person because I will never find friends to whom I can relate. Clearly, the risk with this thought is that I settle for second or third best and remain unfulfilled, unchallenged, uninspired and very unhappy, which cannot be good. Whatever the solution or whatever happens it is clear that I am changing and my desires have shifted. I will never be able to get excited about sexual conquests, X Factor, Kylie, Madonna or how much drink a person has damaged their body with. Going out to gay bars and nightclubs will never excite me or interest me and I will always appear homophobic because of my alternative views. I guess I have to make some tough decisions or just accept the change and differences and see if I can make it all work. If you have been through this or are going through this I would be so happy to hear what you have to say and how you dealt with it.