Yes, Be My Friend
By my own admission, I’m quite the introvert. I haven’t always made a lot of effort to make new friends. Most of my friends from college were from the soccer team, and not necessarily people I ever spent time with outside soccer. But it just happened, that by the time I was done with my four years there, I’d spent enough time with them that I considered them friends. They became friends by default. (That’s not to say they aren’t important to me, even now, years later.)
But I have made way more of a conscious effort to invest in friendships the last year or two since I moved here. My best friend told me a couple months ago that she heard somewhere that 20% of all the people we meet, we immediately really like. Then there’s another 20% that we immediately really don’t like. Then 60% of all the people we meet, we are indifferent about.
There are a few people who I’ve met this year, who I know are in my top 20%. People that as soon as I spoke to them, I knew I liked them. Like, my friend’s old roommate (and that friend). And my co-worker and his wife (my yoga instructor), who’s house I was at on New Year’s Eve. My office coordinator. I didn’t talk to her for like a year after I technically met her, but as soon as we started talking, we connected – and I use that word with holy reverence. My friend from NoVA. And then two more people this past week.
All people who I met and just felt.. Yes, be my friend! I welcome your presence – in any capacity – in my life.
So, even though I’m a newbie to the whole making new friends thing, I found that it actually strikes me quite well… I like it. It’s like every friend is a whole new world unto themselves, a world not born to me until I met them.
Each contact with a human being
is so rare, so precious,one should preserve it.