I know, nothing earth-shattering to break months of silence. Evvabbè, what can I say, not be a genius to write a blog seguitissimo. I have a page full of notes more or less personal, I read pretty much just me. So, I can put online also farts and discoveries of hot water. This, too, so.
Recently, after several disappointments from a number of friends - or rather, people who I thought was friends - small (and repeated) or large (epoch, almost) as they were, I looked a bit 'more fully the nature of my interpersonal relations and I realized with some dismay, that in fact the friends counted on the fingers of one hand.
Oh, I also know that true friends are few, if ever he had in life. But how else to call the people I surround those who attend regularly and to me represents something more of acquaintances? How to call them, if not friends? I've always defined them as well.
However this is not the right word, you have to change it, because those we consider friends, are really only traveling companions. There you share a stretch of road, until you have the good fortune of having to walk together, that's all. And, until the last journey together, we look, we meet, we also share experiences, moments, thoughts, impressions, reflections, fun, anxiety ... But when the circumstances that led people to approach - common interests, geographic proximity, girlfriends - they change, each party their own way and, more or less abruptly as it had become friends, it is not. We return unknown as before, with a clean cut, maybe even with a speech vis-a-vis, but by sms or email.
This rule seems to be universally known and accepted by all, given the behavior of the general ease in managing interpersonal relationships by ggente.
But that does not stop me stay a little 'bad every time it happens. I mean, everyone goes his own way, for heaven's sake. But I'm one of those who believe, faith in God, that every time we make a commitment and everything else, the "friends". So every time a travel companion for part of its path, I also broods over us, I lose a bit ' of time trying to figure out what I have made a serious error to cause the disappearance of the travel companion of the moment.
In reality there is no one at the end Sgarro, no bullshit committed egregious: it is simply that sometimes happens to change his life, girl, work, sports, chess club, city supermarket where you shop, or bar for coffee of 9.10. It happens. So, what I consider friends turn out to have been a simple fellow travelers.
I go back to the fundamental question: given that the word "friends" must be used exclusively for true friends, those who may exist only in our ideal, so to speak - because, as someone said, words are important and, by dint of using the wrong ones, you end up believing as well - such as renaming those who regularly attended, with which we spend most of our free time, which we call friends but we know that, at any moment, they can disappear into thin air or be surprised with some action that shows the true nature of friendship is not the mutual relationship? "Acquaintances qualified" is a good definition, because it fits perfectly the nature of the vast majority of normal relationships and simultaneously prevents storing too many expectations, helping to maintain the proper distance by fellow travelers, in anticipation of the inevitable revelation / disappointment.
But there is a problem: I challenge anyone to use it normally.
" I have to just submit Antonio, my friend trained for a year and a half, it's too nice. "
" Luke, this is my friend Maurizio qualified. "
" know that I have a qualified friend who thinks exactly like you? "
are all phrases that, as truthful and reliable, does not sound good, maybe the people involved could also offend (there is, in fact, a paragraph 22 which requires traveling companions to pretend not to be such as interpersonal relationships), then inevitably you end up using that other word, the word for the sacred and unattainable ideal, inevitably, it follows the inevitable confusion between ideal and real, whose price to pay is the difference between illusion and disillusionment, with all the unpleasant consequences of the case.
I know that he did not quit.
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