My college roommates and me in Reston Town Center, April 2013 |
The authors of NutureShock
write that the best predictor of how loving a child will be to his future
sibling is how well he treats his best friend. That is because unlike family –
with whom you are bound for life, willingly or not – friends can and likely
will abandon you if you treat them poorly, whereas siblings can eschew manners
and sensitivity to one’s feelings with reckless abandon. Having and nurturing satisfying
non-familial friendships and relationships is a fundamental priority for so
many people as social beings. Even more, having and cultivating healthy,
meaningful relationships – especially outside your immediate family – is a sign
of emotional maturity.
I’m lucky to have five of six very close friends who embrace
me for who I am, and who I can confide in. Between working full-time, dabbling
in school, and having a long daily commute, there is limited free time
to spend with people, so why spend it among those who are undeserving of your
friendship?
Through all the challenges inherent to being a yuppie and
specific for my life circumstances in particular, I realized that the most true
and worthwhile friendships are those in which each party gains mutual benefit,
and walks away from these interactions – no matter how infrequently these
encounters are, if the friendships are long-distance – feeling even better
about themselves than when they had entered. These are friends who will add you
to their nightly prayers if you’re having a particularly hard time in life, will
listen to you without judgment if you’re facing a difficult dilemma about your
significant other, or attend to your stream of consciousness as you describe
how you’ve found yourself in a career funk. These are not the people who will
exploit your shortcomings and weaknesses, gossip about you, or manipulate every
opportunity to show how mightily superior they are to you. After all, those most likely to
gossip about or diminish their friends’ legitimate achievements are the most
insecure.
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