You Will Find Your People
You Will Find Your People
LANE MOORE
How to Fight with Your Friends: When It’s Healthy and When
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and maybe I just had to wait a little longer until the cruel pol-
itics of high school subsided to find them. And I knew exactly
what to look for when that happened. The types of best friends
everyone in pop culture seems to get:
the friends we dream of. We hear stories like that all the time,
that someone has incredible friends, just incredible. And we
believe it, because if very bad things can exist, very good things
can exist just as well.
So why c ouldn’t that happen to you? Or to me?
I used to think I was the only one struggling with this,
that everyone else had their friendships fully sorted, and that
I was the only kid who wasn’t picked for kickball, wondering
why I h adn’t gotten it right yet.
But I know from meeting so many people who tell me
they’re on the same path, that I’m not the only one out there
who has struggled to find their people. I’m not the only one
who is doing the heavy work to figure out who they are, what
they want, and how to spot the roadblocks in front of them
that they truly can’t wait to knock out of the way, with explo-
sives if need be. I’m not the only one with harmful patterns
they are so exhausted, and honestly even bored, by. I’m not the
only one who is so unbelievably tired of complaining about
frustrating friends, and genuinely ecstatic at the idea of having
friendships that just work.
I know that often when life has been its most challenging,
its most painful, its most hopeless, that is when something
really good happens. And I also know, and hopefully you do
too, that as I’ve done the (grueling, it is in fact often grueling)
work on myself, as each friendship ends, I was in a better place
to be able to choose a better friend the next time. (And then
sometimes you unknowingly slide backwards into your old
patterns, like way too far backwards, and you’re like wait, how
did my Friendship GPS break so badly?!) It’s all a refinement
process. The more you know about yourself and your patterns,
the better equipped you are to home in on what you truly
want and need from your friends, and to know how to spot it.
So why can’t we find the courage to start taking greater leaps
forward, now that we know better?
But even once you know better, it can still feel like it’s
impossible to make friends with anyone after you’re out of
high school or college. Without the built-in system of “a
bunch of people in a building who you have to talk to some-
times,” the entire world can feel like an awkward bar you just
want to leave.
And even if you ask someone how to do it, most people
just tell you, “Join a club!” or “Join a gym!” But if you’re like me
and you have no idea what kind of club you would join (a club
for people obsessed with watching the same TV show over
and over again? Those people are at home watching the same
TV show over and over again) and either you already belong
to a gym and you go there to exercise quietly and then leave,
or you just really, really don’t want to join a gym, here are some
places to start:
out they all thought I was really awesome and also didn’t
like that other guy. It was a beautiful moment.
3. Go to cool shows or restaurants alone. I can’t tell you
how often I’ve heard people tell me they came to my
comedy shows by themselves and met really cool people
they became friends with. And if the idea of this terrifies
you, it’s so helpful to see this less as “Oh no, I’m gonna
look like a loser who is alone” and more like “What if I
meet another cool person who is also there alone and we
bond, and because I went alone, I created space for that
to happen?”
4. Make plans outside of work with that coworker who
you think is cool. I once worked with a woman who was
basically my best friend in the office and then, one day, it
dawned on me: Who says she couldn’t be my best friend
in general? And lucky for me, she was just as hilarious and
fun outside of work, if not more so.
5. Reach out to someone you only see in drinking situations
to do something non-drinking during the day. Cool
Drunk Sara is also probably Cool Sober Sara Who Loves
Getting Tapas After Work. You won’t know until you try.
6. Invite your friends’ significant others to stuff. This can
be touchy depending on the situation, so obviously don’t
do this if you know it could pose a problem, but if you
think your friend’s girlfriend is really cool and there’s a
possible friendship there, go for it and see if you’re right.
7. Go to a dog park, dog or not. Dog or not, dog parks
are such great ways to meet other really friendly people
(well, mostly, sometimes there is someone there who is
such a jerk and you’re like, “Why are you bringing this
energy to such a holy place? Why?”) and worst case, you
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Does all of this take more effort than sitting there waiting
for your dream friends to show up like UPS packages? Yes.
Is that scary because there might be rejection or disappoint-
ment? Yes. But often the only way for things to be different
is for us to start doing things differently, and putting all that
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yell, but I have some questions. Where are mine? Did I not
spell my name correctly?
I wanted the thing that Drew Barrymore promised us in
one interview I read as a kid: a chosen family.
A chosen family involved enough people so if things
weren’t working out with one of them, you had another three
to five people you could go to, who would be there for you.
And the group dynamic would also make all your friendships
ultimately unshakeable, because if anything happened within
the group, if any discord occurred, there was always someone
there to say, “Hey, everyone! Stop fighting. Let’s all help you
see this clearly and repair it.” Even just writing that, I had a
wave of serotonin because, can you even imagine?
It will not surprise you to know that it did not occur
exactly like that for me. Nor did it for most of us, I imagine.
For the majority of the last ten years or so, many of us have
spent most of our friendships talking to each other through
text. So when I watch TV, I immediately zero in on inter-
actions where, if they were like real life usually is, the whole
scene would just be these people texting, but screenwriters
put them in the same room instead, with the thinking being
that just showing two people texting is not interesting to
show on TV, there’s no movement, no intimacy, and it’s bor-
ing to watch. And they’re right! All of those things are true,
yet that’s what we do in real life anyway.
There are so many examples of friendships in movies and tv
shows that are, in my experience, completely unrealistic, which
might rightly make you feel a little ripped off when you grow
up and realize, “Oh wow, it is very rarely like that?” Unrealistic
as they may be, here are several friendship tropes that I still
want to believe are possible, because that would rule:
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for you because you’re struggling at your new job!” feels laugh-
able.
I love New Girl dearly, and one of my favorite moments is
when Schmidt worries he has bad taste in things, so the group
buys him an extremely expensive chair and surprises him with
it at his house, as a group. Reagan, played by Megan Fox, says,
“Happy birthday, Schmidt!” and Nick says something along
the lines of, “It’s not his birthday. We just do things like this, I
don’t understand it either.” Taking that moment to recognize
that TV shows are actively showing people what friendship
looks like—lavish gifts, everyone in the group always avail-
able at the exact same times, being down to help each other
through life’s most mundane inconveniences—when that is
not most people’s experience whatsoever was really refreshing.
It seems so rare to see a television show acknowledge that
the closeness and consistency of these friendships isn’t always
what we get in real life, despite how much we may want them.
And we rightly want everything we’ve read about and
watched for years, all of the types of close-knit friends we’ve
come to love in fiction, we want that for ourselves so much.
I’ve boiled these down to four friendship archetypes that I
grew up aspiring to and continue to aspire to:
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you. You talk all the time, pretty constantly, and you’re
basically two halves of the same person. This can be one
person or a few, and long-distance best friends still count.
I don’t know many people who have all of these at all times,
but let’s look at how we got the idea that these are the catego-
ries you must have in order to be a complete person, and the
pros and cons of each.
a. Casual Friends
Pros: Getting to feel like a cool mob boss everywhere you
go in town. “Yeah I know him, we go way back.” This is such
a state of being, I’m getting chills just thinking about it.
Cons: You might struggle with having too many casual
friends and end up feeling weirdly alone because no one
really knows you, and you never really feel fully seen and
part of any one community.
b. Friends
See “this entire book” for further definitions of pros and cons.
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And the shame of not being able to achieve that yet sets
in and creeps through any previous cracks we already had from
the shame that came before. “Because I don’t deserve it,” we
think. “That makes sense.” We talk so openly, so freely, about
body shame, as we rightly should, but we don’t talk about the
shame that comes from constantly seeing other people having
loving, consistent, reliable friendships as though everyone has
that and if you don’t, that’s super weird, what’s wrong with
you? That relational shame.
What does it say about you that you couldn’t easily find
four to five people who all understand you constantly, make
you feel seen, anticipate every possible need, and try at all
costs to protect you from experiencing pain? And if someone
caused you to feel pain, why didn’t they swoop in and hold
you while you cried for days, which is always what happens
to everyone of course. Why couldn’t you find that, so easily,
at the local corner store, like everyone else on earth did, you
genuine freak?
You couldn’t find people who were basically trauma thera-
pists, with deep wells of empathy and compassion, who always
understood how race, gender, and class have affected you per-
sonally? WHY??? Fix that.
But the trouble is, this is one part of life we can’t simply
fix by going out and choosing to, because finding friends—
real, true friends—takes extreme luck and privilege, it just does.
And I use the word privilege because it’s something a lot of
people just aren’t lucky enough to come by, but we talk about it
like everyone gets this. And the truth is, you’re more likely to
get it if you had a great childhood and loving parents. And sep-
arating it from those facts and putting it squarely on the shoul-
ders of worthiness, renders it an indictment of your character.
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get bad? Still have someone they see every day, who always
picks up when they call, and always chooses them, rallies for
them, cheers them up, cheers them on?
And, of course, how we define friendship for men and
women is radically different. Many media depictions show
that friendship for men is watching the game(?), cracking
open a cold one(?), no hugs unless they’re basically smacking
each other on the back in a way that might leave a bruise(?),
complaining about how your wife is on your nuts(?), and back-
ing you up in a bar fight. I think I listed them all and god,
that’s depressing.
Is it any better for women though? Yes, but not by much.
The female friendships we often see seem to fall into two cat-
egories: 1. Very empowering deep friendships that never have
any problems ever, or 2. Friendships that are full of manipu-
lation and competition but also love. In those cases, we have
actively woven together toxic behavior with love and said,
“Wow that’s so wonderfully human! That’s love right there.”
And while I love depictions of how sticky and messy female
friendships can be, I don’t love that we’ve been told that it’s
normal for female friendships to be passive aggressive com-
petitive sports. Or that we’ve been shown that “the hot one”
has to have “the ugly one” who worships her and keeps her
humble. That there is only one hot/cool/kind friend and the
other one is an old pile of socks with a few jokes. Good god
we have set up a horrific ropes course to hell with these tropes.
There are of course so many beautiful exceptions in pop
culture. Particularly, Anne Shirley and Diana Barry’s lifelong,
deeply devoted, Platonic Soulmates friendship in Anne of
Green Gables. (Though, their friendship is arguably two people
who are totally in love with each other, and I will forever stand
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lives and we’re always together and it’s always great, or the
one that isn’t quite what we want, but it’s the best we have
right now, so we have to constantly work on it, even if it’s
often painful. The first doesn’t seem accessible to many of us,
or realistic, but the second one seems like a grueling full-time
job I want to quit before I even start. What are the benefits?
Well, you get to say you have a “best friend.” “That’s my GIRL
right there.” You can at least pretend. You can play house. You
can bring ice cream over, do face masks, braid each other’s hair,
and try to make it work, try to make it into what it’s supposed
to look like.
And I think many of us do that, or have at least tried
to. We’ve tried to be like the friends on TV, the people we
wish we were, connected like we think we should be. And we
found ourselves, or other people, falling short in the process.
Because maybe that d oesn’t even work for us! Maybe we’re not
“face masks and ice cream and wearing robes while watching
romcoms” kinds of people. Maybe we’re not “let’s watch the
game with a cold one, bro” kinds of people. Maybe we’re not
built for these archetypes, and then where do we go? How do
we navigate this, how do we communicate what we want our
ideal friendships to look like if we’ve never seen them yet?
Never experienced them yet? And if you make a new friend as
an adult, how do you tell them you haven’t really had that yet?
It takes so much vulnerability, in some ways so much
more than in a romantic relationship, to say, “Hey, here’s what
I want our relationship to look like and feel like. Do you want
that too?” The anxiety of this concept is so intense. And I felt
it firsthand recently.
There’s a friend I’ve made over the last year named Nellie.
Nellie is, ugh, I can’t even begin to tell you. She’s gorgeous and
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talented and smart and warm and caring and kind, and we
started spending more and more time together. She’s always
made me feel truly taken care of, truly seen, truly supported.
So, naturally, our friendship made me anxious constantly, but
it was absolutely worth it.
One night we were hanging out and I wanted to pick up
some thing I got from a Free Group online (where people in
your neighborhood will give away things they don’t need any-
more as a r eally beautiful form of mutual aid that I truly love).
I wanted to walk the two miles to get there and she said “I’ll
come with you!” True best friend potential right there. Someone
who is so down for whatever because they get to be with you.
While we walked through the city at sunset, seeing the
orange sky and the empty streets, walking so fast, in that
giddy way where you feel like you have a sidekick, we talked
about Broad City. I don’t remember who brought it up ini-
tially, but I said we were both really Abbis, even though I
seem like an Ilana.
Nellie said she wanted that kind of deep, “seeing you every
single day until we both die” best friendship so much, and we
hinted, through our referencing of this TV show we both love,
that we felt like that with each other. Potentially. Blink and
you’d miss it, but I knew what we meant. And I loved the idea
of it. And then I immediately went into planning mode.
My mind began to race: So what should we do now??? Do
we get tattoos together? Book a girls trip??? Swap half-heart neck-
laces? But just as quickly as I thought that, I worried I was
misreading it, worried maybe I wanted that too much, that I
was too excited by it.
The more time I spent with Nellie the more I just adored
her so much and wanted to, I don’t know, make it official? But
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what even is that? The anxiety of what to do, how to do it, what
was appropriate, what was acceptable, and would I be rejected
if I brought up any of this, or said the wrong thing, caused me
to pull away a little bit. I still texted her, but I stopped going
to see her as often.
My overthinking had turned into, Wait, I always initiate
our hangs, am I bothering her? and I started to do it less, and
when she didn’t pick up that slack, I interpreted it as proof I
had been right. But deep down, I knew better. She came to my
shows and supported my work online, and any time I asked-
her advice on my drawings, she wrote back something beauti-
ful, thoughtful, and warm. I would check in with her and ask
about her life and get so excited when she would have new art
projects out, gush over her social media posts of her work, and
tell her excessively how talented she was and champion any
damn thing she wanted to do.
Finally, I started to realize, “Lane, you have to go see her
again. You miss her. She is your friend.” So I made plans to go
over to her neighborhood for the first time in months and she
took me to lunch.
As we talked, she again spoke of wishing for a deep
friendship (the kind we both so clearly wanted to have), and I
stood there like a 13-year-old in platonic love with their best
friend, wanting to say, “I mean, I think we have that. Could
have that. Do have that.” But I didn’t. It felt too terrifying, and
maybe a little forced to say, “Could I formally apply to be your
best friend?”
Because the truth is, after grade school, I don’t know how
that properly works. Do you just spend more and more time
together and it happens and then you just acknowledge that is
what happened and you’re like yay!?
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When I was a kid around age nine or so, I remember that pen
pals were very much a normal thing that wasn’t loser-y. Except
now that I think about it, maybe it kind of was? I highly doubt
the Hot Girls (subjective) in my high school were emailing
with some mountain girl from Montana and dreaming about
what her life must be like and if she was like Kirsten from
the American Girl dolls, but with more electricity and indoor
plumbing. If you were somewhat romantic, somewhat uncool,
somewhat queer, or just a very curious sort of person, pen pals
were marketed directly to you, like a targeted ad. (But sent to
you by your Girl Scouts troop leader or something? I honestly
don’t remember how it happened, but one day I just started
getting the addresses of young girls who wanted to write to
strangers. In retrospect, I bet this whole operation could’ve
done with some more screening.)
We were told it was educational to speak with someone
our own age who had a slightly different or very different life
than we did. Often the letters were handwritten, with stickers,
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you will only know you by what you post, by what they read,
and how they read it on that particular day. So the poten-
tial for them to take something you said the wrong way and
decide they don’t like you anymore is very real. Those things
happen. And if you struggle with the fear in your real-world
friendships that one day you’ll say something and someone
will misconstrue it and you’ll be punished, seeing that fear
realized online is just as heartbreaking. Even if you don’t fully
know the person. Because it will activate the part of you that
thinks it’s normal for things to be that tenuous, and that fear
can exacerbate those feelings in your real-world friendships
once you find them.
Because yes, it is possible to have abandonment issues
with total strangers. I know it well.
That said, if you have parasocial friendships and you’re
able to put those fears aside and weather those storms if and
when they arise, it’s very easy to want to take things to the
next level. And that could look different for all of us: Maybe
it’s actually talking on the phone or texting instead of com-
menting on each other’s posts, just something that feels a little
more like “the real thing,” even if it’s long-distance.
My first long-distance friendship was with Eve. And it’s
worth noting we met through a man when I was a teenager,
and I think there’s a reason for that.
Women are very often geared toward the idea that you
should pour everything you have into men: Get their atten-
tion; keep it; be surrounded by male friends. Because men are
“less complicated” and men thinking you’re cool is the greatest
currency you could have! “Women can’t be trusted, they’re so
dramatic, too catty, it’s always something with them, they’re
two-faced and men just tell you if they have a problem with
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date me, I know cool women. I’m a good guy,” which Eve now
recalls he had her do with a few women at that time. And
instead, we were both like, “I’m good,” the way you respond
when someone tries to hand you a flyer on the subway.
I don’t even remember the end of our call. To me, we
spoke once and just never stopped. Our entire friendship has
just been one really long phone call I wanted to last forever.
But I do know we exchanged numbers, and I know she told
me, warned me even, in a nonchalant, no-big-deal way that I
probably wouldn’t know her for very long, because she doesn’t
trust anyone, and people are always assholes. I remember smil-
ing and saying, “OK, let’s see.”
The thing is, when most people hear you say things like
that, I’m sure they run. I’m sure they get upset: “How dare you
assume that of me? That hurts my feelings.” And I bet it does.
When you don’t know what it’s like to have to warn people to
be more careful with you, because you’ve been hurt so badly
before but you really would love them to be different, to be
better, you hear that and you want to run. But I knew what it
was like to have to say that, how many times she’d probably
said it, hoping someone saw past it and proved her wrong. I
heard her say that, and I wanted to stay.
I was all in. Eve and I would watch movies together on
the phone (ten stars, recommend), I would read her writing
and I’d swoon, and she’d read mine and she loved it. I’d never
really shown my writing to anyone, so it felt like what I imag-
ined Fran Lebowitz being friends with Toni Morrison was like.
Someone this talented and wise and incredible thinks I’m a
great writer? Heaven.
When we first met, Eve had these magical friends, Margaret
and Zoe, and I can describe them to you as though they were
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what was normal at all. This was not the crew of girls you’d see
every weekend over margaritas. I had no idea what that type
of friendship was like, or when/if it was coming, with her or
anyone else.
This was an extension of a habit I had formed with my
pen pals: A lot of my most intimate friendships were with
people who lived far away. I can totally see now that subcon-
sciously the distance made them feel less threatening to me. If
I didn’t get too close to them, and better yet, physically could
not get close to them, I had much better odds of them not
hurting me—safety at all costs.
Since we first spoke, Eve and I have been in the same
room three times over the course of many years, and she’s still
pretty much the closest thing I’ve got to “we’ve known each
other since we were kids.” It’s funny what “kids” means to peo-
ple at different ages in their lives. I’ll watch a kids movie now
abd see the thirteen-year-old girl say, “I’m practically an adult
now!” and I’ll be both frightened (side note: if you are a teen-
age girl please don’t let some twenty-four-year-old man tell
you that you are an adult) and amused because I know I was
a child until I was twenty-one at least, and maybe even until
twenty-five, which is when your brain is fully formed.
Distance or not, traditional or not, having the baseline
safety of someone, somewhere out there, who even briefly sat-
isfied that need to be seen, to be supported, made it much
easier for us to talk on the phone about our day and really
jump ahead to the type of intimacy you have when you’re five
years in.
Eve is now my oldest friend. But was it that simple? Did
I cross “I made a friend” off a list and move on? Not at all. The
friendship ebbed and flowed, and sometimes we wouldn’t talk
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hell can you get close to that person? And often people do not
really consider these potential differences before they speak
(I’m sure many people don’t care about this, but I do). In a
new friendship it can be so important to know what someone
else has experienced before you assume that your experience
is monolithic. If I had a friend whose dad was dying of cancer,
I don’t think it would be too much trouble to not complain
about how my very healthy dad was calling me too much to
tell me he loves me and it was annoying me? I think that’s a
pretty easy lift. And having to explain all of those nuances to a
friend who’s already in your life and risking rejection or them
not understanding that, or them calling you dramatic or some
other shade of “Ugh why can’t you just be like me and be very
lucky?” is often not worth the energy expended.
To Seth’s credit, though, he never did that. He has the
most empathy I’ve ever encountered from someone who had,
by their own admission, “A great family and a wonderful
childhood.” In my experience, it seems that empathy is often
earned, often derived from lived experience, and many times is
born from not having empathy given to you in similar circum-
stances. Empathy is the currency of people who’ve been there,
and wish things had gone differently. And yet many times,
there are people who’ve been to hell and back and have some-
how still returned with very little empathy for others who
struggle in that way or, in Seth’s case, have actively developed
it because he cared enough to do so.
Most people I’ve met have some baseline empathy, so there
is a spectrum. Many people’s empathy baseline is based pri-
marily on their own personal experiences, because that’s where
empathy originates. “I’ve been through this, so I know how it
feels.” To cultivate further empathy, broader empathy, requires
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are choosing them. Maybe it’s just because no one in your area
is like you, or you don’t have access to finding people who are.
That’s extremely true for many of us. But if it’s not just that,
ask those deeper questions of yourself.
Do you feel people wouldn’t like you if they really knew
you, or vice versa? Do you feel like you don’t deserve to have
friendships the way other people have them? Do these distant
friendships check a box for you, so that you can tell people you
have friends, and avoid dealing with any intimacy issues you
might have? It’s completely valid and understandable if any
of these resonate, and you’re definitely not alone. But it’s only
once you examine these patterns that you’re able to address
the root causes of these choices. If it’s any of the above, then
affirming your worthiness is your mission.
You deserve to have everything you want, even if it feels
scary, even if you’ve been hurt. And especially because it feels
so scary, especially because you’ve been hurt. I’m rooting for
you most of all.
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with people, and they too found with animals the wonderful
companionship that had often eluded them with humans.
There are lower stakes with animals. They’re innately lov-
ing, and the potential for them to suddenly leave you because
they met someone who they think is cooler than you is slim,
due to the fact that they live with you.
Adopting this deeply loving, affectionate dog who wasn’t
afraid to show how much she cared about me, and truly appre-
ciated everything I did for her, was my first experience with
consistency, my first experience with reciprocity. Every day I
assumed I would come home and she would be in a mood, or
suddenly hate me, or want to go hang out with someone else,
because my abandonment issues were formidable. But every
day she was so excited to see me, every day she loved me just
the same, if not even more.
When I accidentally stepped on her tiny foot, and apol-
ogized a million times, I assumed she would hate me or hold
it over me for months—now I would surely be punished. But
she never did. An apology was enough because she knew me
and she knew I didn’t mean to hurt her, because of how I’d
always treated her before. Because I had shown her consis-
tency. She still loved me, and we both moved on. Well, she
moved on. I still felt bad for weeks, but you get it.
Every time I gave her dog massages, or pets, or cuddles,
or comforted her when she felt bad, it was reciprocated and
appreciated so deeply. When I was sick, just as I’d cared for
her, she would run to cuddle with me to heal me as fast as she
could. There was no resentment or score keeping, but there
was an understanding that she had my back, and I had hers,
always. If I had it to give, she’d get it. And if she had it to give,
I’d get it. I can’t tell you how revolutionary that felt to me.
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never feels quite right and I’m not sure why: the Good On
Paper friend.
If you’ve never had a good-on-paper friend or don’t know
what one is, first of all congratulations! Second of all, I bet
you have and just didn’t know it. Here are some telltale signs
they’re a good-on-paper friend:
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imagine it was her way of saying, Thank you for loving my mom
as much as I do. And for doing things like this for her that I cannot
do, because I do not have opposable thumbs.
Even with this “wow this was very different from my expe-
rience with Rosemary” contrast, it still w asn’t until months
later, when she offered to take me out for my birthday, that I
realized how right I was to feel concerned about my friend-
ship with Rosemary.
Ih adn’t had much, if any, experience with birthday din-
ners personally, though I’d attended many and knew the hell
of the split check where I got soup and everyone else got steak.
And this wasn’t going to be a group dinner, but that’s still
what I think of when I think of birthday dinners: Order as
much as possible, because you’ll all split the check and some-
one ordered lobster.
Two people had offered to take me for one this year,
Rosemary and Audrey. I assumed both of these birthday cel-
ebrations (wow, two whole people!!!) would be very similar,
but instead, it was like a children’s parable about two extremes.
Rosemary’s celebration was first. She took me to a restau-
rant that was pretty good but didn’t have much I could eat. I
often feel weirdly self-conscious about my myriad food aller-
gies because Cool Girls eat steak and air and whiskey and
never have autoimmune issues they did not at all choose, and
she knew that. But still, maybe people make mistakes.
Rosemary offered to just get whatever I wanted and we’d
share it, which I’d never really done, because the one thing I
have in common with Joey from Friends is “Lane doesn’t share
food,” which she might not have known, but I didn’t feel com-
fortable telling her, in a bid to be “normal” (see: matching what
anyone else wants to do).
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she had in there that were remotely nice, she would TAKE
THEM BACK TO KEEP. Finally, she said, “Sorry I took
everything you wanted and just kept it. I do have one dress
you’d love though!” She brought the dress out. I was very, very
tired by that point, so I started to put it in my purse to try on
when I got home. She refused and said if I wanted to take it,
I had to try it on in front of her, now. Too tired to think about
how insane that was, I tried it on over my clothes. She said it
was, “SO cute!!!” followed by the reveal that she was going to
keep it for herself. I stared at her like she’d just told me she
keeps dead bodies in the closet. As I went to the front door,
the door to an escape from whatever this day had been, she
said, “OH! And I didn’t forget the ice cream. If you walk about
eight blocks there’s an ice cream place right there.”
What, on earth, was this? Not wanting to walk another
eight blocks to buy my own belated birthday ice cream, I just
got on the train home and thought, Hm, I feel like this friendship
is really bad? But how could that be? She wanted to be a great
friend to me, she wanted to care for me. On paper this was a
good friendship, so why w asn’t it a good friendship in practice?
***
On the absolute other end was Audrey. Days after what-
ever Birthday Part 1 was, Audrey took me to one of my
favorite restaurants, where everything is amazing, and used
every second of our dinner together to make me feel loved
and supported and special. The dinner was in no way a cel-
ebration of what a good friend she was, what a kind charity
she was performing for an in-need stray. It was an active
celebration, a celebration that I was born and that she got
to know me.
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says, “I’m your person! I’m here! I want to give you everything
you want!” it’s exhilarating and very tempting to believe them
outright. Why would someone lie about that? And the truth is,
I think most people don’t lie about it. I think most people who
do this absolutely want your friendship and want to be able to
give you what you need. But then as you get closer, you, or they,
might realize they don’t have what it takes, and they’re not as
suitable for the “position” as they thought they might be.
You only find out if a friendship works, if it has the poten-
tial to be real and true, by getting to know someone and see-
ing how they fit in your life and how you fit into theirs. By
showing up for people and allowing them to show up for you.
And then taking note of those moments when you didn’t get
what you needed, or are shrinking what you need in order to
accommodate their limitations of what they can give.
And above all, by listening to that little voice in your head,
or your heart, that says this friendship should work, you wish
it would work, and yet it just d oesn’t. And then forgiving your-
self for not seeing it sooner, because at least you’re finally see-
ing it now, and you can take what you’ve learned and do better
next time. And there is always a next time.
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Issa from Insecure, Nick and Schmidt from New Girl, Jess
and Nick from New Girl, Eleanor and Chidi from The Good
Place, Joan and Toni from Girlfriends, Luke and Lorelai from
Gilmore Girls, Mulder and Scully from The X-Files, Buffy and
Willow from Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and Ryan and Seth
from The OC.
Opposites seemingly attract because there are learning
opportunities there. Two opposites can balance each other out
and open each other up to new things. This is the kind of
friendship many people have, where someone is strong in the
ways you are weak and vice versa, and you strengthen each
other. How lovely is that, if that was always the only difference
between you?
When we see opposite friends with potentially different
attachment styles, they often bend easily to meet the other
person’s needs, and usually over one special episode they’ll
address it and fix it in a clean thirty minutes. I’ve learned so
much about attachment theory through my own experiences
and research, and examining how it relates to all my relation-
ships, but especially my friendships, which often take a lot
longer than 30 minutes, commercials included.
Attachment theory is essentially an indicator of how eas-
ily you’re able to attach or get close to other people, based
on how easily and safely you were able to get close to people
as a child. So if you had emotionally available, safe parents,
you’re more likely to have a “secure attachment” and be able
to readily give and receive love without hesitation because you
know it to be a safe thing to do (AKA the system is rigged,
but I digress). But if your childhood was full of absent, unsafe,
unavailable, or unreliable caregivers, having the ability to get
close to people is often far more challenging.
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to receive and give, trust and give it time, bit by bit. And bit
by bit might turn into watching The Bachelor together, having
backyard parties with their friends, going grocery shopping
together, and having Cheesecake and Fries nights, where you
just eat a whole cheesecake and waffle fries together in comfy
clothes and continue to hope for the best. And reminding
yourself that when those insecurities come up, you might need
reassurance, and hopefully they’ll be open to providing it.
It’s likely that if you’re in a friendship like this right now,
you already see a few warning signs that this friendship is going
to be challenging, though I hesitate to call them that because
they aren’t always extreme in any way. Sometimes warning signs
don’t foretell doom exactly, as much as they tell you there are
dynamics at play that need to be addressed, need to be clearly
spoken about, and a mutual plan needs to be devised to make
sure everyone feels good in this relationship despite them. But
if you’re not the type to bring that up, or aren’t sure how to do
it, or you worry if you bring it up they’ll leave (anxious attach-
ment) that dynamic festers, creating a rot that, if unaddressed,
could kill the whole plant from the roots up.
And even if you do talk to them about what you need,
and they hear you, and promise to work on it, they ultimately
might not be able to give it to you. Not because they don’t want
to, not because they don’t care, but because they are wired dif-
ferently than you are. It’s so much easier to think someone isn’t
meeting your needs because they don’t care about you at all,
they are just a bad person, who doesn’t really care, end of story,
than to realize someone wants to meet your needs but cannot.
It’s brutal to hear that someone is unable to give you
certain things that are so important to you, not because they
don’t want to, but because their brain struggles to do that, or
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because their past told them the only way for them to survive
was to keep that part of themselves guarded; because of their
own unhealed parts. How do you hold all the parts of that, the
part that loves and accepts them with all their current limita-
tions, but also might need a bit more from them, because of
your own past, and your own unhealed parts? How do you ask
for something that might be hard, or even painful, for them to
give, and are you a bad person if you do that? You don’t know,
so you just try to work through it.
In the best cases, if both people can bend and find some-
thing in the middle that works for them, that can be the way
forward and it is so beautiful when it’s able to happen. But
even with the best communication, an avoidant person might
never understand why an anxious person need so much reas-
surance when they pull away, and can’t openly set boundaries
or voice what they need, what they want and need, even if you
explain to them that anxious attachments often can’t do this
because they feel like if they need anything, the other person
won’t like them and they’ll leave, so we turn ourselves into
a tshirt canon of giving. And anxious attachments may not
be able to understand how avoidant attachments are able to
so freely be themselves, take it or leave it, and set boundaries
whenever they need to, even if you know it’s because avoidant
attachments aren’t as afraid of having someone leave, they’re
far more afraid of being trapped, so what’s the worst that could
happen if they set a boundary and the person doesn’t like it?
They’re back to being alone, which feels so much safer to them
anyway, win-win!
It can be hard for both of you to see that their attachment
style isn’t a choice, anymore than yours is. They can’t magically
be better at giving you what you need overnight, and you can’t
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you, needs included, that are now safe to share. And if you
thought this friendship was going to be one of those, and it
isn’t, forgive yourself for not knowing that.
You don’t always know when you’re overestimating how
deep a friendship can go, or is meant to go, until you try. In
romantic relationships, we often assume that if a relationship
is really truly good, it’s meant to last for the rest of our lives,
it’s meant to be The One. And if it’s anything less than that,
it’s just bad. And we do this with friends a lot of the time as
well. “This is going so well, and it’s blossoming into some-
thing very close to what I want, so I’ll go along with it and
see what happens!” while not always seeing, or wanting to see,
the ways that the friendship might not be able to maintain
that particular dynamic. Maybe some of our friendships, even
the ones that are beautiful and meaningful in so many ways,
just weren’t built for longevity, the way you can’t ask a parasol
to withstand a hailstorm. A parasol may look very similar to
an umbrella, it may double as one in a light rain, but for the
most part, parasols are built for sunny days, shielding you just
enough from the heat and nothing more. Any more pressure
than that and it will fall apart, whether it wanted to or not,
whether you hoped it would or not.
Even so, you’re allowed to want a friendship to be able to
give you everything you need, even if they don’t understand
those needs because their needs are different. You’re allowed to
hold out for someone who can meet you where you’re at. And
to grieve all the broken parasols you lost along the way.
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and navigate. And why can’t people just be like they are in the
movies, dammit? But let’s go back to the guitarist.
Evan and I got along extremely well, as long as it
didn’t extend into any deep, emotional territory. We played
so well together, had so much fun, and genuinely adored
each other, but then there was an invisible threshold that
was crossed where his ability to care about me seemed to
end. The threshold seemed to be “whenever I talked about
anything deeper than polite topics you’d discuss at a water
cooler.” Because of that, I assumed maybe he wasn’t the
type of person to really be there for people if they needed
help, but I still kept hoping I was wrong, and he would
notice what I was going through, that someone would see
the signs. Whenever someone says, “She’s just doing that for
attention” or “It’s just a cry for help,” it’s like, yeah, so where is
my attention? Where is my help? I don’t know how either of
those terms became something that we use to demonize and
further neglect someone who is acting out of such desperation
because they feel they are not being heard in the first place.
I’d seen so many movies about musicians watching a
bandmate go through addiction or depression and helping
them through it. I remember reading Hayley Williams say
that talking to her guitarist, Taylor York, when she was fac-
ing depression and suicidal ideation is what kept her going
during that time. You’re supposed to be a family, always hav-
ing one another’s backs, and I wanted that so much. But my
experience here was very much “leave your issues at the door,”
even though I was writing songs that clearly displayed them
and clearly indicated, “Wow, this person r eally needs help, and
made this great pop song about it.” But all they seemingly
thought was, What a great pop song! Let’s play it!
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presently able to really hear that answer and show up for that
person. There’s nothing more painful than having someone
say they really want to know if you’re OK, and you taking the
energy to tell them you’re not, and receiving a gut-wrenching
response. These reactions could include:
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your friend will probably still need to work through a lot. But
man, saying the right things instead of the wrong things can
make a hell of a difference.
So here are some things you can do when your friend
really seems to be struggling:
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Some people might argue that it’s not “their job” to help some-
one in those instances, and to that I say this: Friendship is
entirely voluntary, and there is a sort of “terms and conditions”
that come with it, and you get to decide on those together,
of course. And yes, if the friendship is no longer serving you,
you can unsubscribe! You can move on. But when people have
made you, feel like they only like you when you’re happy (or
pretending to be), that they don’t want to engage with your
pain, it’s annoying to them, and they don’t know why you’re
bringing it to their ears, it’s absolutely OK to say, “Uh, it was
pretty reasonable to assume that someone who calls me a close
friend and says they love me would want to help me out in a
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time of need? But OK, guess this friendship is not for me!”
And yeah, sometimes it’s inconvenient! Or costly—mentally,
emotionally, physically, or financially. But that’s why you com-
municate, that’s why you get to say what you need, and ask
what they can give. Like all relationships, friendship is an
ongoing negotiation.
Assuming you are someone who cares and wants to
help, I think we need to stop leading with “I don’t think I’m
the right person to talk to about this” as our go-to open-
ing statement. For so many reasons. For one, if you start by
saying what you can’t do, the other person could feel like
they are putting you out (which they probably already feared
when asking for help). Instead, lead with the positive. The
“right tools” can be anything, and it r eally depends what the
person says they need.
So, before you dive in with caveats, listen. Hear what
your friend is going through and assess what you could
personally offer to help, even if it seems negligible to you.
By saying, “I’m so sorry to hear that, I’d be happy to come
over with food or keep listening or make some calls for
you for additional resources, since that can be overwhelm-
ing. Is any of that helpful?” And even if they say no, you
have taken the initiative in a way that shows you absolutely
are there, you absolutely do care, and you are offering all
the ways you could possibly help. And sometimes some-
one might come to you needing help, and you’re in a place
where you need help, too. That happens so often with my
friends and I, and when it does, it’s OK to tell them that
you’re underwater right now too, and you wish you could
do more, but you love them and you hear them. And then
you can always try to do more for them when you feel
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that they truly got to have it all: a close, deep friendship that saw
them through many life changes, a place to fall when romantic
relationships d idn’t work out the way they’d hoped, a backup
plan, even if only subconsciously, of someone who always loved
them, whether it evolved physically or not. To hear pop culture
tell it, you were supposed to be someone’s best friend and then
ignore the romantic chemistry until it got too much for one or
both of you to handle, and then you either date and fall in love,
or you date and it’s a mess and you go back to being friends,
only to end up getting married a few years down the line once
you’ve both grown and/or it was the series finale.
So let’s explore this idea that being a woman with a hot
male best friend is extremely ideal. (This could also stand for
any gender attracted to anyone, but for some reason the media
really loves only showing straight people who are friends who
secretly want to french. Wonder why that could be!) Despite
the promises of a million romantic comedies that make it
sound foolproof, the reality can be . . . less than that, in the fol-
lowing ways:
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I felt like I died. I’ve read that this is super common with
survivors: You fixate on one person who feels safe, because you
can’t handle assessing the safety of multiple people. We talk
about the dangers of doing this with romantic partners, the
pitfalls of dating someone and then no longer talking to your
friends and just focusing on them. We tell people this is bad
because what if you break up? You won’t have any friends left
and you’ll have no one. And this is also extremely true for
friendships.
Logan became that friend. And because I am a Cool
Loner who lives mostly in my head, of course we met online.
I think Logan had followed me on Twitter, and I saw he a
comedy writer who’d liked a lot of my posts, and so I’d looked
up some of his stuff and thought he was funny: truly the basis
of most internet friendships. “You like a lot of my stuff, I like
your stuff, too, we are friends now!” I DM’d him and told him
we had some mutual friends, and we bantered a bit, before he
switched us over to an email with the subject line “the great
wild west of character limits.”
His emails were funny and personal, and he included ref-
erences that subtly let me know he’d looked me up online and
asked me questions about my band and my writing, and he
always ended his emails with “(1317 characters),” the number
of characters over Twitter’s rigorous limits.
It was that type of friendship where you’re not sure if
you’re becoming best friends or falling in love or both. But
you’re hoping for the former one first and foremost, and ide-
ally the second and third happen soon after, win-win.
I’m sure most people would choose falling in love with
someone over platonic friendship, but for me? Hell no. Yes,
I’m a romantic and I’d often loved to have things end up that
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way, but at the same time, falling in love with someone I’d just
become friends with was more anxiety provoking because it
felt like that made it more delicate, more likely to end. But
if I just stayed friends with someone, it seemed more likely it
could last forever, or at least lay a firmer foundation for love
several years down the line. And I would much rather have a
lifelong, enduring friendship that involves occasional yearn-
ing than go all in on something that never should’ve been a
romance at all and now you just hate each other and dodge
each other on the street. To me, friendships have a better shot
long-term, even if they are with people you sometimes want
to make out with.
I had some reservations the first night Logan and I hung
out, mainly because I noticed his comedy ideas were playful
and silly “what if aliens hung out?” and mine were cathartic
and urgent “what if women got to talk about trauma and then
trauma stopped happening?” It frustrated me that so many
men are allowed to think of silly weird things, while many of
us are just trying to sort out the traumas of our lives so we have
the mental space to think of things like What if bread was your
best friend on the moon? But it was balanced by the fact that
he knew I loved Stevie Nicks, and he learned “Landslide” on
guitar so I could sing it while he played, and he was also aller-
gic to gluten and bought us some really good cookies. Make
music with me and provide snacks? I’m in.
Over the next few months, we became the best friends of
my dreams. We hung out almost every day (I don’t want to
brag, but it was also *in person*) and wrote funny sketches.
He brought me food when he came over, and we’d dogsit my
friends’ dogs together. It would’ve kept going on like this,
except for two things that happened quickly after take-off:
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1) I was pretty sure we were in love with each other and not
talking about it, and we needed to talk about it, and 2) he got
a job in LA.
The first one came to a head at a friend’s karaoke party,
which I had asked Logan to go to with me. He chose sev-
eral songs for us to sing together: “Time After Time,” “God
Only Knows,” and some other song in the same vein as “you’re
everything to me and I definitely love you and these would
be a little weird to sing together if we were just platonic non-
sexual pals.”
Everyone at the party looked at us in that way—like we
were a cute couple, but nope, we were Best Friends.
It was at that party, and with those song choices, that I
realized I had to say something. Seeing people’s faces being
like Aw what a cute couple who is definitely frenching held a mir-
ror up to the reality that we were at that very sweet part of the
romantic comedy where you’re like “Do we love each other?”
This was Harry and Sally, except we were at the awkward part
when they have to either put it on the backburner and start
dating other people, or admit they like each other and finally
pursue that. So, at the end of the karaoke night, after we’d
both gone home, I called him on the phone. Even now, I can
remember the feeling vividly.
I was pacing around my room, not wanting to ruin things
but not wanting to deny them either. And I did this by saying
the following, “Hey! So, I want to say something, and if I’m
wrong it’s totally OK, but I feel like I’m not wrong, and I just
wanted to put it out there so we can talk about it, whatever it
is. And again, if I’m wrong, it’s totally OK.” He laughed and
said, “Sure, what’s up?” and I said, “It just feels like we kind
of like each other? Because it would greatly appear as though
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we’re into each other. And again, if I’m wrong, it’s cool. I just
notice it a lot and a lot of people noticed it tonight so I figured,
screw it. Let’s talk about it.”
He laughed and said, “Totally. I have thought about it a
lot! But here’s the thing: I always ruin everything with people.
My longest romantic relationship has been one month. One
month! I just tend to ruin things after that, or they get ruined.
And when that relationship ended, I was so upset, and I just
know I’d ruin things with you. And so, while I do have those
feelings, very much so, it’s not worth it to cross that line and
maybe lose someone who’s that important to me.” And I said
something appeasing like “Totally! For sure. I get it!” when
what I wanted to say was, “Oh my god, you love me??? I will
wait for you. Also, why are you treating me like a girlfriend if
I’m not your girlfriend? This is an issue we should fix. Again,
just in the meantime, until you go to therapy or get a brain
transplant and realize you’re brave enough to love again. Let
me know!”
But in my heart, I knew this meant I had to set some
boundaries. I c ouldn’t look at him like a boyfriend, he c ouldn’t
treat me like a girlfriend. This w asn’t a best friendship “and
more” like in the movies. This was When Harry Met Sally, but
still in the first half, when Harry was twenty-six and scared,
instead of the third act, when he’s thirty-something and finally
ready. And before I could begin to parse what this new friend-
ship reality would look like and how to put those feelings away
even though they were, in the words of Sally Albright, “already
out there,” Logan got a job in LA. I was devastated.
I remember attending his going away party not long after
our “Do You Like Me?” phone call and sitting there, psychi-
cally introducing myself to everyone there as, Hi! I’m Lane.
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in love with him and waiting for a time when you can be
together. I’d assess this a bit, I think!” We talk about abusers
isolating you from your friends and family to gain more con-
trol over you and your decision making, and I don’t want to
brag, but I can do that all by myself !
In the most ideal of situations, we’d be able to be in a
place with ourselves where we’re enough as we are, and anyone
can come or go, and we’ll be OK. But when we’re not in that
place yet, because it’s such a healthy, healed place that can be
hard to get to, and take years or lifetimes to achieve, someone
coming or going can shift our entire mindset. The loss can
feel catastrophic. Because we’re now relying on other people
to feel good, to feel connected, to feel included, to feel safe, to
feel worthy. And if they’re gone, even if they still care about
us, somewhere out there, we can feel completely unmoored, at
times without a way to get back on land.
Where do you go now? You just start over? It takes so long
to form deep, true bonds. But as hard as it is to realize this, you
can’t stay with someone just because you’ve put in this much
time with them already. This “sunken cost fallacy” is something
I’ve realized applies so much to friendships and relationships
of all kinds: the idea that you’ve already sunk so much time
into them you have to stay in them and keep working on it,
or you’ll lose what you “invested.” But the truth is that when
you put more time into something that isn’t working, you’re
not getting that time back at all, you’re just losing more of
it. I think we often cling to this solution because it feels less
scary and time consuming than trying to find a new person or
having the patience to wait for that new person to come along.
Either way, if you’re in love with your friend and you know
you need more boundaries, the most important thing you can
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would later tell me) heard me make that call and thought,
Wow, that person knows what she’s doing. I’m gonna follow
her! and waited with me at baggage claim before striking up
a conversation. Several conversations about our shared love
of Logan Echolls from Veronica Mars later, the two of us
split a cab to Brooklyn. She was visiting NYC, and we hung
out the whole time she was here, and we’ve been friends
ever since. We don’t talk all the time, or see each other all
the time, but I love that a chance meeting developed into
something more.
There is something so valuable and beautiful about friends
I briefly made on the plane or subway or walking in the park.
And they don’t always have to transition into close friends!
That’s still a form of friendship, one with great value in its
own right.
I’ve always had very good Stranger Luck, and for a long
time, I was making myself really miserable by trying to take
some of these more casual friendships and move them to
another level, when we might not have been a good fit for a
deeper friendship but worked so beautifully as acquaintances.
But since “acquaintance” as a friendship tier is belittled, it can
feel insulting, or short-sighted to not “level it up.”
The truth is, having great Stranger Luck, and really mem-
orable interactions like this is meaningful, and every phase
and form of a friendship that feels good is good. Especially if
you can’t handle certain levels of friendship right now, or ever.
Some of my favorite people are people I’ve only talked to for
ten minutes, or met for a day. Those little moments when you
connect with a stranger, for five minutes or five hours, meant
so much to me, even if we never spoke again. And perhaps
those relationships, as fleeting as they were, were meant to be
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or you get to an age when you realize you want to know, like,
three people, who you’re very close with, with no additional
tiers at all.
Maybe things that worked for you years ago just do not
work for you now. Maybe in high school, you loved friends
who gossiped and now you think that’s r eally boring and not
your thing. Or in your early twenties, you used to love friends
who hated everyone, and now you want to be around people
who love people more than they love to hate people. Just as
much as you’re going to grow and change, it makes sense that
your wants and expectations of your friendships will grow
and change as well. So, if you used to love having thirty casual
friends and now you want three very close friends because
you just don’t have the energy for anything else, that is com-
pletely OK.
I know we love to think there’s a magic number of friends
you should have or maintain all the time, but not everyone
has their set best friend or set friend group, and even if they
do, they still might continuously shift. The social pressure of
having a certain amount of, or type of friends is very much
there, but that’s just an external pressure that only gets really
bad when you start to internalize it, when you start to believe
it yourself.
The truth is if you have even one person in this world
who feels like a good friend to you, you’ve won. But it’s still
so easy for that doubt to creep in, that fear that tells you you’ll
only be complete once you have whatever idea of friendship
perfection you have in mind. And then on other days, you’re
completely fine with the friends you currently have, and your
concerns lie more with figuring out how close friends you want
to be, and where this friendship is headed. Not in a bridezilla
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1. Casual Friends/Acquaintances
2. Friends
3. The Friend Group
4. Best Friend
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This letter seems really appealing if you, like me, don’t like
the alternative, which is usually The Sudden Drift. This is
when you realize you’re better off as casual friends and don’t
want to talk about it, so now you have to purposely make your
replies a little shorter, your response times a little longer, give
increasingly less, until they hopefully get the hint. It’s like soft
ghosting someone you were once, even fleetingly, so close to,
which can be interpreted as flakiness or rejection. So I never
really want to do that, and it feels awful to have to.
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1. Share a little more about yourself with each other. This can
be as personal as you want it to be, but often the things
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The Talk
First of all, yes, the idea of having a formal relationship talk
with a friend sounds ridiculous. But sometimes you really do
need to know if they’re as close to you as you are to them,
even if it seems cooler to “not label it.” How many times have
you told a romantic interest that you didn’t care if you labeled
things, when you actually kind of did care? My guess is too
many. Similarly, our friendships matter, and what we call them
matters, and the process of wading through those uncertainties
and how challenging it can be for many of us matters. Because
we care, because we want community, because we are human.
I’m a huge “caring is cool” person. What if you acknowl-
edged that yes, you want a close friendship, you want a Platonic
Soulmate? And what if that repelled people, sure, but only
the wrong people? And attracted other people who absolutely
wanted that kind of deep friendship as well but thought it
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wasn’t cool to say? And you got to be the brave one who said it,
a relief for you both, that made it okay for them to say it too?
It’s very human to want to make sure you’re not too
invested, or caring too much, or feeling like this is more valu-
able to you than it is to them. And if you’re feeling that, it’s
really important to get clarity so you can stop constantly wor-
rying if they like you like you (but as friends).
The way to do that is personal to you, of course, but if you
need help with broaching this r eally tricky subject, here is how
I—someone who hates talking about this stuff and knows the
feeling of death by a thousand cuts that this kind of vulnera-
bility can resemble—do it.
In a perfect scenario, it’s clear that both of you want to
level this friendship up because you’re both reciprocating
and driving the friendship forward. But if that’s not the case,
because of your respective insecurities or being socially awk-
ward, here’s what I’d advise.
You can start off by saying something flattering, like, “I
know you probably have a ton of close friends already, obvi-
ously, you’re great. I just feel like we’ve gotten really close
lately, and this friendship is really wonderful and important to
me. If you don’t feel that way, I’m still very grateful for what
we have either way. How do you feel about it?”
This acknowledges that yes, everyone has friends, and
you’re not trying to make it sound like you jumped off an
alien spaceship and this is the only friend you’ve ever met, but
this friendship really means something to you. You want to
acknowledge how special that is to you, and maybe to them.
The right friends for you will hear that and think, “Oh my
goodness, I was thinking the same exact thing! This is really
awesome, and we’re becoming so close and it’s so great!” The
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wrong people will not be on the same page as you or will have
more neutral feelings about it. And at that point, it’s up to you
what to do with that information.
Good friendships are about two people mutually getting
what they need from each other and being able to communi-
cate openly to get to that point together.
This means that someone might see your relationship as
a more casual friendship but you want something more, and
it’s at this point that you need to ask yourself if you’d really be
comfortable being casual friends with someone you r eally want
to be close to. Just in the same way that sometimes you don’t
always want to be just friends with someone you’re falling in
love with. Taking a look at how you truly feel about this, with-
out judgment, is so important. If you’re not willing to accept
the depth of friendship they’re offering, and you keep hoping
they’ll change, you might be setting yourself up for heartbreak.
There are definitely people I don’t want to be casual
friends with after they’ve been my go-to best friend for years.
I don’t want to have that shift; it feels too sad. But sometimes
I’ve stayed in it just the same, hoping it will shift back. Many
times, it has, and it was worth waiting, despite the periods of
my feeling awkward and a little forgotten, and keeping the
faith that we would be closer again once the timing was right.
But having that talk will, at the very least, clear up how
they’re feeling about you, so you don’t have to wonder or guess
or be nervous about it. It clears the air for you to know a bit
more about how to proceed in this situation.
But how do you know if you’ve properly assessed this
friendship (and now I sound like an insurance adjuster)?
Here’s how to tell if you’re comfortable with your friendship
level:
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now, where we used to be closer, but they hurt me and we’re not
as close now. Or I pulled away because I w asn’t getting what I
needed and I d idn’t know how to directly ask for it, and they h
adn’t
gotten my “I don’t know how to ask for this directly” hints. Or
they’d pulled away and I’ve asked them why, told them I missed
them, but they remained distant, and it hurt to hear them tell me
nothing had changed and they’re just going through something.
Because even if I believe them and know they’re being honest
with me, it’s still painful to feel like I’m on hold. Did they hang
up? There’s no hold music at all?! Should I just be patient because
they haven’t technically hung up yet? Brutal.
And sometimes you r eally do just want to hang up, because
your friendship might have too much damage to hold out for
an answer.
But what if they eventually pick up? What if the friendship
comes back, just as you remember it? It’s a gamble. And the
stress of the waiting period is often just not worth it if think-
ing about it causes you any kind of regular pain. Especially
because while I stand by this being a rock-solid comparison,
often people won’t even admit they’ve put you on hold or have
changed in any way. And in this case, there are usually one of
two truths to grapple with:
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I always marvel at people who say they’re friends with all their
exes. All of them? What on earth does that even mean?
I understand it in a way, as I have a rich history of being
friends with people who I’ve always been kind of into, or
they’ve always been into me, or we almost dated but I wasn’t
ready, so now we’re just friends who have maybe frenched sev-
eral times. That I get.
How do you remain friends with exes? Which exes do you
remain friends with? When do you transition from partners/
hookups/people who have frenched to friends? And should it
take months, years, or tons of therapy and a dramatic mutual
blocking of each other on social media before it can happen?
How do you get through all the stickiness of whatever way it
ended and your feelings about it?
It is almost always going to be complicated for at least
one person, if not both, to navigate the mountain of feelings
related to being friends with people you have “history” with, so
when is it worth it, and when is it not?
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always pick up my favorite latte and bring one when she came
over. She just made me feel so loved and taken care of, the
way a best friend would. I knew there were romantic feelings
tangled up in it, but it also gave me the security of knowing
someone was already “in” whenever I was ready to also be in.
But she came into my life very clearly as a romantic inter-
est. Friendship was there, yes, but I also didn’t have to wade
through the “should we be more?” or the “does she like me
like me?” of it all either, which was, in some ways, the best of
both worlds. Sure, I had to decide if I wanted to date her or
not, but in that instance the ball was fully in my court, so the
threshold for rejection was nearly zero, exactly as people with
anxiety like it.
I d
idn’t end up dating her at that time. I thought I
might want to, might be able to, but I opted to set very clear
friendship-only boundaries while I was still navigating the
stickiness of the trauma. I could’ve started to date some-
one while I was in a crisis, but I knew I w asn’t in the best
place to make decisions while I was in survival mode, and
more than anything, I knew I really needed a friend in a
huge way. And while yes, it could’ve been super dreamy and
romantic to have a love interest swoop in to save me, the
situation seemed ripe for codependency and me “needing”
her to take care of me, and it seemed way too hard to find
equal, healthy footing when I needed a nurse and a therapist
way more than I needed a partner.
After months of a truly romantic and wonderful friend-
ship, full of sweet moments such as Elyse buying a bunch of
copies of my first book to give to people who c ouldn’t afford
them or getting me deeply thoughtful presents and even help-
ing me move, Elyse met someone she started dating. I was
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happy for her, until I was a little bit sad. I don’t know what
happened, but one day when we were in a coffee shop, all of
my “maybe I don’t know” feelings finally crystallized into “Uh-
oh, I think I like you?” feelings . . . just as soon as she informed
me she’d met someone. I laughed at first—of course this is
when I got feelings clarity. But maybe it would be fleeting,
and her new love interest would give me time to see if my
feelings for her increased or if she was just unattainable now
and looked extremely good that day in a cable knit sweater.
So, I let it go.
Elyse quickly fell in love with this woman who lived
across the country, and they moved in together in a big house
in the city. Elyse was now not only in love, which changed the
dynamic of our friendship (it had to, of course, it had to), but
now she was also moving away. Two gut punches. I’d had my
chance and I didn’t take it. I repeated that refrain in my mind
for months after this, chastising myself for seemingly only
wanting her as soon as I c ouldn’t have her. Surely, I’d messed
up and Elyse was my soulmate and now she was definitely
going to marry someone else, and I was going to die of yearn-
ing within the next twenty-four hours.
The kind of yearning I had for Elyse wasn’t often for
Elyse specifically but rather a cute form of self-harm in which
I would tell myself that she was my soulmate and I blew it.
She became my source of comparison for every romantic rela-
tionship I had: “Elyse never would’ve treated me this way.”
She also became my source of comparison for every platonic
friendship I had: “Elyse never would’ve treated me this way.”
Both are probably unfair comparisons because she was
never r eally just my friend or just my girlfriend but a blurred
definition of both. In some ways, I think for most of my life
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friends because they want to keep knowing you, yes. But oth-
ers will want to “keep being friends with you” so they can tell
people “I’m still friends with all my exes” and maintain the
image of being a kind and trustworthy person. A wolf in “I’m
still friends with all my exes” clothing.
The key to being friends with your exes is, without a single
doubt in my mind: very clear boundaries and communication
on both sides.
But if you had real, true feelings for someone, the potential
for “staying friends” can get very messy without clearly com-
municated expectations and boundaries. To assume anything
less than this is to assume you both know how the other is
grieving, what the other is expecting, or what the other needs
during this sticky, complex process. It assumes you both know
what your new friendship will look like. Is flirting allowed? Is
bringing up other people allowed? And if so, when? Most of
us don’t want to talk about any of this, especially when we’re
still hurting, and in many cases, still hoping.
We’ve all been told that truly romantic moments happen
when no one has to communicate what they want, what they’re
secretly hoping for, they just wait and pine and one day they
dump their lackluster partner and swoop you up in their arms,
and you kiss, and you marry, and finally, your friendship was all
part of the grand love story you two were always destined to
write.
And if it’s not that, if your relationship was a bump in the
road, a life lesson, a period of mutual growth and love, but just
not meant for forever, then what does the transition look like?
Who are you now that you’re just friends? How close are you?
And how are you close? Do you become close in a way that
your new partners feel threatened by, worrying that they’re
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just a pit stop on the grand romantic journey of you two get-
ting back together? Because that w ouldn’t be fun for someone
else, and it w
ouldn’t be good for either of you.
Nick and Jess worked best as friends when they were
(mostly) able to let each other go, were (mostly) able to move
on and be extremely into other people, even if there were still
inklings that there was something there, that a porchlight was
still on. But I think for it to be a truly healthy friendship, you
have to dim that light as much as humanly possible and truly
let any romantic expectation go. So, you know, I would not
advise continuing to live across the hall from the ex you con-
stantly turn to with each romantic upset.
Assuming your ex-turned-friend is your soulmate and one
day you’ll work it out and be back together is harmful in so
many ways that aren’t always easily seen. In my case, it kept
me from truly giving anyone else a shot. We’d never have the
connection I had with my ex, they’d never make me laugh the
way my ex did, we’d never feel as meant-to-be as my ex and I
did. And that belief turned into a deep truth, mostly because I
continued to reinforce it.
There is no way someone you just met can compete with
years of groundwork laid. These things take time, friendships
take time, intimacy takes time. And one thing you have in
spades when you’ve dated someone, and are now Just Friends,
is hours logged. You have history. And compared to most
new connections, something from the past—even something
toxic—feels far more comfortable.
The truth is, I don’t think I’m someone who is able to be
close friends with their exes. Every time I’ve ever tried to be
friends with an ex in a real day-to-day consistent way there
was always something off. I’m still friendly with some people
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I dated briefly, and I was able to let go enough to not pine for
them, and then they met someone else, and I was happy to see
them in the street, but we didn’t talk with any consistency or
any intimacy any longer.
If you’re still in love with someone, you both need distance
before you can be friends, even if they’re saying they want to
be friends. And if things ended poorly and you left someone
who still wanted to be with you, you s houldn’t take advantage
of that just because you still want to be friends with them.
You might just need to give them the space to move on, even
though you’ll miss them while they do.
While I can’t tell you there’s one right way to be friends
with an ex, one way that always works, I highly recommend
the following. Know what you need. Know what you want.
Ask what they need. Ask what they want. Be as honest as you
can. Because anything less is just another heartbreak waiting
to happen. And we should strive to spare each other and, more
importantly, ourselves, from heartbreak as often as we are able.
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1. Reading way too much into everything they say. “Is this
turning into a thing?” is something I say virtually every
twenty minutes while reading texts from someone I have
a crush on and also a new friend I am r eally excited about.
Are they just bored and I’m a fun new text friend, or are
we also mutually mentally planning a friendship road trip
for three to four months from now, or maybe next week
because I’m around?
2. Trying to figure out how to say goodbye in a casual way
usually turns into you half-hugging them and running
away. Running away at the end of the first few friendship
hangs with someone is one of my favorite pastimes/coping
mechanisms. Mostly the latter.
3. Being so nervous about making plans for the next time
you see them that you just leave before it can happen.
Because what if I ask them what they’re doing next
weekend, and they say, “Um, I have my own life, next week
is too soon and I saw this as more of an every three months
friendship,” but they’re too polite to say it outright, and
then I have to figure that out from their tone and body
language cues. No, thank you, bye.
4. Not wanting to assume that everyone who is passively
nice to you wants to be real friends with you, so you
assume no one ever wants to be real friends with you.
This has been my plan since I was thirteen and I’ve been
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vice versa. That can be a very real and valid difference. If you’re
a planner and they text you the day of, “I’ll let you know what
my plans are in a few hours!” you might see that and think,
“Oh, you mean at 8 p.m. when it is currently 5 p.m., and by 8
p.m., god knows where my head will be at, but it will likely be
on a pillow on the couch while How Stella Got Her Groove
Back plays in the background? Yeah, good luck there.”
It can be wonderful to have friends who are more spon-
taneous than you are, but if you’re someone who feels social
occasionally and then needs days to recover and curl up inside
a little pile of blankets, they might not understand that. To
them, you haven’t hung out in weeks, but in your mind that’s
because they keep inviting you to get wasted in a warehouse,
when what you might want most lately is a cup of coffee and
to just talk with them.
People who only have so much social energy in them are
rightly picky and protective of it. If I spent my reserves of
social energy on a party I hated every second of, it can fully
consume my brain for days, in a way that someone who’s
extroversion refills every two seconds may not understand.
You might need to know how your night will go so you
can know if it sounds worth it, not because you’re a king and
you need to know if it’s worthy of your presence, but also now
that I think of it, that’s totally it. Similarly, if you’re already out
with friends and someone says, “We’re going to a really cool
bar after this. You should come with us!” And you want to glare
at them like, “Sir, have you ever tried to get an extroverted
introvert (a very introverted person who seems outgoing but
mostly wants to stay home, which some people would argue
is just a person and I will not debate that because I would
rather stay home) to a second location in the same night?”
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arise. Just stay in the present moment as much as you can, and
cross your fingers that you’ll one day get to tell your “How We
Met” friendship story, with all of the “I was so nervous!” parts
behind you, ultimately leading you to the place you always
hoped it would go.
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Yes! And I still don’t know why she did not. We are not cur-
rently close.
You might also find that having friends as roommates
means you’re less likely to have passive aggressive “clean the
dishes, don’t just soak them!” notes everywhere, but sometimes
your friends are actually more passive-aggressive than they
would be with a stranger because having to remind your friend
to do those things feels extra annoying. Hopefully you’re living
with a friend who is able to communicate clearly and respect-
fully, but it can be really hard to do that.
Still, there is something to be said for having the right
people there when you really want someone to be there. For
instance, it’s great to ask your roommate your outfit looks great
before you go out. Absolutely marvelous. Cher in Clueless
said that nothing beats taking Polaroids of your outfit, but she
didn’t live with a best friend who has great taste and is brutally
honest when it comes to faux fur jackets you bought for two
dollars at a somewhat haunted thrift store. And when you get
back from a date, there’s no better feeling than walking in the
front door and seeing your friends sitting in the living room
waiting to hear all about it and you get to pretend you’re in a
romantic comedy. And if you bring your date home, you can
get a second opinion on them without making a whole to-do
about meeting the friends. To them, they’re just coming to
your apartment, and to you, your friends are silently judging
whether or not they’re good enough for you. Very subtle, very
effective.
Having friends who live where you live means you always
have someone to watch a movie with, or borrow clothes from,
or if you run out of milk, they have milk. All of this is great,
with one caveat which is the fine line between “we use each
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other’s stuff all the time anyway,” and “welllll, I used to feel
that way, and now I realize she mostly uses my stuff and I’m
acting like a CVS for someone who is supposed to be my best
friend and I don’t want to bring it up because we both live
here.” This is especially true if you’re not so much into the
mutual sharing and they really are, and you’ve told yourself to
just be “chill” about it, but you finally realized you have never
been and probably never will develop said chill.
Outside of the physical benefits of this, the emotional
benefits of living with your friends are many, namely that you
have someone to save you from yourself. All you’ve done for
two days is watch You’ve Got Mail on a loop and eat nachos?
They know, and they are intervening. Plus, you always have
someone to worry about you if you don’t come home. Ideally,
nothing ever actually happens to you and you’re always safe
and sound, but for those nights when you crash at a friend/
hookup’s place, there’s nothing sweeter than getting the “Hey,
are you OK? You didn’t come home last night and I’m wor-
ried” text. Even though you’re totally fine, this text feels like
a hug. Most of all, you live with your friend! You don’t have
to think about who you should text when you’re feeling bad
because you have a close friend in the next room who can
probably tell you’re sad, or at the very least, you can knock on
their door and give them a look that tells them you need every
hug. It’s a built-in support system.
That said, living with your friends also means you’re shar-
ing financial responsibilities with your friend, which can be
great if you’re both the same kind of financially responsible,
but if you’re not, welcome to hell, aka “one of us becoming the
person who has to make sure the other one actually pays their
share of the bills because the other one forgets and now there’s
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Scream movie is?” and it’s disappointing. And then you have
to reassess where you’ve placed them in your life. Or they
said they want to be friends, really meant they wanted to be
friends, but “friends” to you means more than the effort or
energy they’re currently giving you, and now you have to find
a way to navigate that.
It’s kind of like a job application. They applied for the job
of Friend, or Best Friend, and there were qualifications for
that job that you needed them to meet, and they are not meet-
ing them. I almost wish you could send them a rejection letter
for the job they weren’t a good fit for. Something like:
Dear person,
Thank you so much for your interest in being my friend. As of
right now we are looking for certain qualities in the person who is
going to fill this position, and it is not your particular skill set. You
may, however, be a good fit for our networking friends position,
which we encourage you to apply for. Either way, thank you so
much for your interest in my company and I wish you the best of
luck in your search.
Sincerely,
I hate having to write this.
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know all the same random movie quotes and that running joke
that started when you were 9-years-old that’s still funny when
you bring it up now. They have a lifetime of shared memories:
they’ve known all the people you were, the child that you were,
the teenager you were, all of the pieces of you no one else likely
saw. If you’re lucky enough to have this, they’re able to love
you and see you in a way that is so special and so rare.
As much as it’s amazing that you have a shared history,
that also might mean you share some trauma and it might be
easier for that old pain to come to the surface much more easily
when you’re around each other, even in the best circumstances.
So the cons here boil down to needing boundaries, far more
than with our coworkers or roommates, because we’re told that
family is all that matters. We don’t think of families as being
something that require boundaries, but I would argue that fam-
ilies are where boundaries are most necessary—partly because
it’s so easy to become blindly loyal to your family, to defer to
them, ignoring your own feelings because “blood is thicker than
water” or whatever, no matter what. But these relationships are
absolutely a great place to form boundaries and check in to
make sure everyone’s actually feeling safe and not just pretend-
ing for the sake of appearing like a “good family.”
This often extends to any kind of fight with a family mem-
ber, which could quickly turn into a situation where people
can choose sides and a simple disagreement or a bid for more
boundaries could quickly turn into a genuine nightmare of seis-
mic proportions. Because it’s not just a fight between you two
now, it’s a fight between you and your grandma and your other
parent and your siblings and everyone has opinions and, good
lord, you just wanted to set a few boundaries on a weekend!
There is so much in our culture that wants us to have blind
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you can only meet the right people once you release the wrong
ones who aren’t making you happy.
What if you’ve outgrown the people in your life right
now? It can be really hard to just find someone else, espe-
cially because when you love someone, you’re invested. Except
everyone is a puzzle piece, and you can’t always see why the
edges don’t quite line up when you’re together, but you know
it when they don’t. You feel it.
You want to grow, you want to be better, but what if as you
do, that you realize there are people who don’t fit in your life
anymore? Sometimes the people you bonded with in the past
fit you well at the time because you were wounded in the same
way. But the more you work on yourself, the more you heal,
the more you grow, and they don’t fit anymore, you will won-
der what warped them. Was it weather? Did someone get this
puzzle WET??? But the truth is you have changed shape. Your
edges have softened, you have expanded. Maybe they stayed
the same. Maybe they contracted or expanded in a different
way. But you don’t fit anymore.
On the surface, this is growth, this is the goal. But no one
really tells you about what growth can cost you. You want the
people you came with to follow you to this new place. To grow
as you grow, alongside you.
We believe that partners come and go, yes, but friends and
family are forever, they are our constants. And I want my con-
stants like they are free breadsticks at an Olive Garden!!! You
told me I get them, I know other people got them, I saw them on
TV, and I swear to god if you don’t bring them out for me soon I
will smash every window in this Cincinnati mall location!!!
We spend so much time in our childhoods learning
about fairness, but not everyone is walking the same path, and
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although the world should be fair, it isn’t. Ideally, we’d all get
the support systems we were promised, but then some of us
don’t, and no one taught us how to fill in those cracks. No
one teaches you how to find power in vulnerability, how to
build intimacy, how to grow as a person, or how to grieve
when you’ve outgrown the people you once loved. Or when
they outgrow you. And they definitely don’t teach us how to
navigate the anxiety that can come up in your friendships. I
am so endlessly nervous around some of my friends, which I
assume you’re not supposed to be. But I am often plagued with
worry—what am I allowed to need? Who am I allowed to
be? How much imperfection will people allow? And is having
these anxieties about the friendship more about the baggage I
have from my past friendships, or is this friendship wounded,
or worse, broken entirely?
So here are some signs your friendships are not working
for you anymore. This doesn’t mean they’re irreparable, but
you may need to talk things through. Again, recognizing these
patterns is all about gathering information, so you can know
what you need to do next:
1. You can’t remember the last time you felt good around
them. Your relationship to each other might change often,
or every now and then, but if you no longer feel like you
have fun together, or you’re still getting too weighed down
from past hurts, or you’re hanging out with them out of a
perceived obligation because you’ve known each other so
long, that’s a sign.
2. You stress about the way you communicate with each
other. If something about this friendship causes you to feel
anxious about how often, or how much they reply to your
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Sometimes the reasons for the friendship breakup r eally are just
that you’ve realized you’re no longer getting what you need from
them, if you ever did in the first place. It might not even need to
be toxic for you to decide to break up with them, it can just be
that the friendship isn’t making you happy anymore. That is so
important to note. There have been so many times when I didn’t
want to end something because it w asn’t completely toxic, but
oftentimes, simply staying in a friendship that isn’t working for
you anymore, and some part of you knows it, can become toxic.
But even the more classically toxic friendships can still
be hard to spot when you’re in them. And if you’re above the
age of one, you’ve had a toxic friend. You know, the type of
friend who treats you like garbage, who you secretly hate at
least twenty percent of the time. Here are some ways to spot
the toxic friends in our lives:
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what they were experiencing but couldn’t yet? And how did
your friendship change after?
If someone gets married after you’ve been friends for fif-
teen years, it probably won’t affect you as much as if they were
someone who you became best friends with a year ago and,
now they’re suddenly swept away by someone else. And if it
does, it could have something to do with the extent to which
you’re feeling left out, in favor of Who The Hell Is Brad H.?
And Why The Hell Does He Now Have Priority Access To
My Friend? Or it might not affect you at all if that person
is able to maintain their friendships and their new romantic
relationships or kids, etc., without missing a beat.
I have a friend who quickly became my best friend, to the
point where we both did that sweet, awkward declaration of
“Are we best friends? I feel like we are!” and the other said, “OH
my goodness, I was thinking that too!” and you each do a little
dance in your respective hearts. We had that kind of friend-
ship I’ve always wanted most, one where we text pretty much
all day every day and send each other every post that makes
us think of the other, which is usually every single thing we
see that we love. That borderline codependent, but definitely
not, seriously no more codependency type of friendship is
what I’d always wanted. And I had it! It was here! And then
she met someone and they quickly fell in love and she was
with him constantly, and I had to navigate the very real con-
flict of “I am happy for you, and I also feel like you’re gone”
crossroads that can happen when one of you is going through
a huge life change and the other is not. She is truly wonder-
ful and would gladly reassure me that she was not actually
gone and just caught up in this bubble, which I completely
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them to come out anyway, and both just agree you’ll never be
upset with them for saying no. This can be a great way to hold
all parts of yourself and to keep reaching out, while also mak-
ing allowances and seeing the totality of the person.
It’s vital to keep the lines of communication open, with
each of you prompting the other if necessary. If one of you is
silently thinking, Well I don’t want to bother them because they’re
probably busy with their new [insert life change here], and the
other person is thinking, I haven’t heard from them in a while,
I guess they don’t like me as much anymore, what good does that
do either of you?
In these cases, I think what keeps us silent, and what has
kept me silent, is the fear that I am doing something wrong,
expecting something unfair, or that these are just my “strange”
issues, and the other person will judge me or dismiss my feel-
ings. But when I feel like that, I have to remember that this
person isn’t a stranger, they are a longtime friend of mine who
knows me. They probably know my issues aren’t strange, but
are instead very human emotions.
The fear here is usually that if you communicate those
feelings they won’t be able to give you what you need, or you
won’t see eye to eye, and there will be no way forward. But
even if it can’t be resolved, I’ve found it’s always been far more
worth it to attempt to resolve it, to address it head on, than
to just silently wish things were different, when it might be
possible that they absolutely can be. And if they can’t, at least
you don’t have to spend any more precious energy wondering.
If your people are truly your life-long people, they will
grow with you, they will change with you, and they will honor
your feelings about how they’ve changed, just as much as you’ll
honor their feelings about how you’ve changed. The truth is that
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you chose them based on what you knew, what felt comfort-
able, and your ability to tolerate or ignore red flags.
Instead of taking this as an opportunity to berate yourself
and tell yourself you shouldn’t be upset because you “chose”
this, I view it as an opportunity to really sit with the reasons
for why you chose people who were wrong for you, or treated
you poorly, the reasons you can and can’t control.
I used to spend so much of my time trying to fix the
things I couldn’t control. It was only when I put my energy
into addressing why I was choosing, and allowing, the wrong
people to stay in my life that I started to realize what these
often empty and perhaps poorly translated platitudes might
actually be getting at.
In all my failed friendships, I had absolutely been choos-
ing people who could never really give me what I wanted or
needed. I didn’t know it at the time, but I had played a role
in choosing the wrong people, tolerating incompatible behav-
iors that were hurting me and diminishing my own needs and
never openly confronting people to make room for change.
And yes, they could’ve also initiated those conversations and
should’ve been kinder, but I would often engage in friendships
with people who were even less likely to be aware of these
dynamics than I was at that time, let alone address them with
open communication.
So, I had to ask myself what it was about my beliefs about
friendship that had previously caused me to pursue, or toler-
ate, people in these categories:
• Withholding
• Inconsistent care and affection
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It’s likely that while writing these you’ve already had a flash-
bulb moment of “Oh my goodness, that sounds a lot like my
parent, or grandparent, or sibling,” or someone from your
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You’d think that by the time you find your people, you’ll know
it and it will just feel great instantly and forever. But in my
experience, if you’ve struggled to find better friends for a long
time, you might not even notice when your friendships finally
do get better. Not because it won’t be noticeable, but because
it’s easy to get used to being the person who struggles with
your friendships, to get used to being disappointed, used to
being wrong about someone.
Recently I heard a friend talk about a care package her
friend sent her, and my first thought was, Aww, I wish I had
friends who would do that for me. A week later, a care package
from an internet friend came in the mail and it was perfect.
And I thought, Oh wait, I have friends now kind of ? I am some-
one who has that!?! It felt scary and confusing, as though if I
had it now, it could also, would also, be taken away from me
just as it had been before.
Because how can you know if it’s different this time? How
can you tell? We spend so much time looking for red flags of
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what isn’t working, what to watch out for, and how to break old
patterns, but it’s just as important to know how to tell when
things are working. How do you know when your friendships
are finally healthier, when a friendship has real promise, and
when you should start trusting a friendship more because it’s
making you really happy? So here are the green flags from my
personal experience:
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attachment styles and really make sure you know those, so you
can know what being a good friend looks like to each one of
your friends. Ask them what their love language is! Do those
things for them! Being a Good Friend is truly subjective, so
showering someone with macarons every day at noon might
be one person’s heaven, but another person’s midday carb-filled
annoyance. (Note: if they are the latter, I will gladly take their
macarons and, if I cannot finish them, keep them in my fridge
to eat in about an hour. They will not go to waste either way.)
So here are some things I have learned about how to be
a great friend. You don’t have to do them all, and you don’t
have to do them all regularly, and of course they all depend on
how you feel comfortable showing love. But it’s nice to have
a reminder of ways we can make someone feel seen and loved
and that we’re thinking about them:
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found each other. You can never celebrate that too much.
Unless they tell you that you are, in which case stop I guess.
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friendships you see on TV, it feels even better because it’s real.
I’ve started to realize that maybe I did find my people,
and maybe the people I’ve been waiting for and romanticized
meeting are already around me, even if it’s only one or two
people. Maybe so much about finding your people is realizing
when you’ve found them. Because if you have someone who’s
willing to work on your friendship with you, even if it d oesn’t
look like you’d hoped, but it’s very close, then maybe you can
get it to that place, together. As much as it might seem like
finding your people will be a watershed moment when you
step into a new reality and dust yourself off, thinking, That’s
settled, onto the next wonderful phase, it’s possible there will be
a surprising grieving process involved.
As I’ve realized more and more that I have found my peo-
ple, at least some of them, I’ve had to work to grieve and release
the part of me that didn’t think it could happen, is still hurting
from all the friendships that were harmful or that I lost, and is
still scared my new friendships will go away or become harm-
ful. It’s weirdly hard to let go of that identity, even though it
was uncomfortable. It’s so easy to turn something you d idn’t
want (to not have your people) into an identity, as a way to
cope with the pain. “I don’t have the friends I want, but it’s
OK, I’m a cool loner, it’s actually a badge of coolness.” And
then you find your people, and you’re scared, or they hurt you,
and you’re back to what you knew: solitude, disappointment,
loneliness, and the want for something better.
Often when you finally see some consistency, healing, and
improvement, it’s likely you’ll still cycle through those aban-
donment fears, and maybe even a total dismissal of these peo-
ple as real friends, because some part of you got so used to the
feeling of waiting for them. We feel safest with what we know.
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You know how to deal with wanting more from people, with
filling your time fantasizing about what your perfect friends
will be like, so then when you get closer to having them, or
even finally have them, that can feel very unsafe. You’re new to
feeling this positively about your friendships, so how will you
handle it? And what if you feel like you’ve found your people
to some extent, but you still hope for even more, from them
or someone else?
Finding your people is all of these things. It’s grief, and
hope, and fear, and work, and adjustment and communica-
tion. It’s easy and it’s hard, and it’s confronting past wounds
and making room in your heart and your brain to accept that
things could be better now, are better now. Even if it’s not
exactly perfect yet. Even if the perfect friendship, as you’d
grown up defining it, doesn’t exist, or has changed its mean-
ing entirely. Some part of finding your people is really about
enjoying whatever path you’re on and reveling in any and all
moments of joy and connection that will lead you to the purely
good friendships you’re meant to have. Maybe it’s the friends
you have now, maybe it’s not. But there’s good to be found in
them all, and there’s lessons in every one of them that will take
you to where you want to go.
I have faith you will arrive there, at the most perfect moment.
And I want you to have that unshakeable faith in yourself,
that you will find the friendships you dream of, and you will
get everything you want in them, even the biggest friendship
dreams you never told anyone about.
Some people have always fantasized about their wedding
day. They dream of what their outfit will be like, what the
music will be, the kinds of flowers there, seeing all the people
they love there to celebrate them. Why is this the only thing
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