While friendships are such a significant part of our lives as children and young people, adulthood can be a rather lonely time for many of us. That’s likely one reason I was happy when, during an email thread, an email came back to me that said that I had been counted as a friend, of someone for whom I have a lot of respect and who I consider to be a mentor of sorts.
That person then went on to add, “…and not in the Facebook sense but rather as a REAL friend.”
I haven’t talked to that person, in person, since June. We have exchanged brief, business-like emails perhaps twice since then. I was informed of an illness in the family by said friend, and I indicated that I had begun looking for work, part of the reason for the email in fact, I don’t currently know what is going on in the life of this friend, nor does said friend really know what is taking place in my life now. I am not placing blame for the distance that is growing in this case. It was bound to happen, in fact, it is likely the natural consequence of life’s changes in the case of such a relationship, and I did anticipate it, though it is with a bit of sadness that I accept the inevitable.
As I pondered friendships, and the statement that person made about Facebook friends as opposed to “real” friends, I began to wonder if friendship has indeed been redefined in the context of “social media.”
The main reason I would think that a person would deem Facebook, or social media, friendships to be less than authentic would be age, but then, the person who made the statement is not – well, that old – and really, I’m not exactly a young person myself. Still, I rather enjoy the technological advances and the way in which they do allow us to stay connected with people who are not geographically close to us.
Then I thought about the friend collectors, those people who send friend requests to anybody and everybody so that their page says they have 1,975 friends. Those people help make the point that social media friendships may be suspect.
I do have a rule about Facebook friendships; I tell people who are not fans of Facebook that anyone whose friend request I accept must “have a face.” I accept friend requests from people I’ve known in the past and with whom I am glad to have reconnected, and I accept friend requests from people I know now from church, school, work, or other aspects of my life in the real world. I have also accepted the friend requests of a very important group of people in my life, a group of women who I met online, through IVillage message boards, because we all run.
These women were the exception to my “have a face” rule, yet we were all friends before I ever saw their faces, in real life anyway; I had seen pictures of every one of these wonderful women, and most of their families, for a few years before I had the privilege of meeting them for a half marathon in Virginia in a few years ago.
It is these women who truly cause me to question the statement about friendships on Facebook not being real. The friendships I have made with these women mean so much to me. Nearly daily, we check in on a daily thread, to post about our daily training, running, racing, exercising, but also to post about our days, from the mundane to the joys and to the pain, of real life.
I will not share the joys and pains that these women have shared, but I will tell you that we are involved in each other’s lives on an intimate basis, and I will tell you that technology, Facebook in particular in this case, allows us to keep in touch in spite of the fact that we are literally all over the United States.
It is important to note that these women are not the only relationships I have in my life. I have a truly wonderful husband, and I have a good relationship with my sisters and family. I have some friends, I would formerly say “in real life,” but just because I may actually see family and local friends more than I get to see the running group of friends, does not mean that the friendships I have made, and have kept, and truly value, with these Ladies across the miles are any less real.
These women have encouraged me all the way through my latest go ’round with school, have held me up when i thought I wouldn’t make it through some tough problems in my own life, and have cheered my successes, from college graduation to personal bests in races, just as I have tried to support and to cheer them in their lives’ endeavors.
As I think about changing dynamics of relationships, I have come to realize that geographical closeness does not necessarily mean that there is closeness in relationship.
Yes, it is good, and even necessary, to be able to sit down and talk to someone face to face. It is necessary to have someone there at times when we literally need a shoulder to cry on or to feel someone’s arms around us holding us together when we feel like we are falling apart.
These friends of mine would be there for me if they could, and I would be there for them if I could, and I do believe that, if the need arose, some of these friends who live the closest or have the time and or the means would literally, physically be there for each other if the need arose.
While I get it, some of the most “connected” people out there may be some of the least connected when it comes to having intimate relationships, when it comes to my Facebook friends, particularly this group of ladies, I have rarely felt more connected in my life.
As I see it, the distance that separates people has less to do with geographical dynamics than it does with the human dynamics of taking the time to be involved in the lives of those people who we say we care about. The method we use to keep in touch matters less than the fact that we do make that effort to keep in touch.
Until next time, I’ll be listening, whether it’s in person, on the phone, or by reading Facebook posts or texts from my friends.