As a
college student, I often find myself in the ideal situation for social
interaction. I must admit, however, the "ideal situation" does not
necessarily make this interaction come easily, and at times I have found
myself feeling alone. Feeling alone in such an atmosphere can be especially
depressing when it seems that everyone else is enjoying the friendship of
those around them. Besides my schoolwork, one of my goals here at college is
to take advantage of social opportunities to make friends, feel accepted,
and to improve my self esteem.
Although I have a long way to go, I do feel like I have learned a few things
about making friends. Recently I took an in-depth and rigorous biology
course. On the first day of class I felt alone in a sea of faces, but as I
glanced around me, I saw an acquaintance across the room. I didn't know Jeff
very well, but taking a risk, I found him the next day and sat next to him.
After the usual small talk, it became apparent that we would both likely
need more than the usual amount of studying for this class. Before long, we
were spending about an hour, almost every day, reviewing what we had
learned, and agonizing together over such perplexities as photo respiration
and the electron transport system. Of course there were times when I felt
awkward and ill at ease, wondering what to say, and being concerned about
what Jeff thought about me.
One day, Jeff invited me to drive to a nearby city with him to pick up some
supplies he needed and to do some shopping. I agreed, having no other plans,
and we were off. After a period of uneasy silence, I ventured a question,
asking Jeff about his mission. I was a little surprised by his answer and
his honesty, as he replied that it was the worst two years of his life. He
said that he had not been ready to go on a mission, spiritually, or any
other way, but that he had felt pressured into doing what was "right." He
continued that he wished that he could have been more honest about his
feelings at that time, and perhaps he would have been a better missionary
when he was truly ready to go. "Gosh," I thought, "I can sure relate to that
feeling!" Now I didn't have a bad mission experience, but I could relate to
his feelings of wishing that he could have been more honest, and I told Jeff
about this. In a general way, I told him about my youthful practice of
trying to please people instead of being honest, and how it has led to
problems such as fake, unsatisfying relationships and a low self esteem.
That biology class is over now, but Jeff is still my friend. Not long ago he
taught me how to play pool. Yesterday I saw him walking across campus and we
stopped to chat for a minute. My point in relating this experience is that I
think that we often hope or expect to find relationships in which we can
easily relate all things. This is quite unrealistic, as experience may
attest. We are all different -- products of different experiences and ways
of thinking. Despite these differences, however, we can find commonalties
and ties that can be the basis of bonds and friendships. Jeff has a
different set of problems and concerns than I do, but nevertheless, we have
had meaningful and open conversations. If we keep this in mind as we learn
to take the risk of opening up to other people, making friends won't seem
quite so intimidating.
(Originally published in Journey, Volume 2, Number 1, 1992
pages 1-2.)
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