Yesterday, I was hanging out with some friends (about thirty people) from 10:30 am to about 7:00 pm. We hung out outside —- played frisbee, went to a water park, got so sunburned we could barely feel our faces —- but it was all totally worth it. I was happy. I then got a call at about 10:00 pm from my best friend in the whole world. I have a friend she doesn’t like. I hung out with the friend she didn’t like all day yesterday. She called to complain. It got me thinking about where the lines of every friendship are drawn. To my best friend, hanging out with someone she dislikes is a line. It shouldn’t be done. I have to abide by her rules if I want our friendship to succeed. This isn’t a rant on my best friend, we worked everything out in the long run, but it made me consider where the lines of every relationship are located. With some people, even saying one wrong thing is a line. Gossiping once is another one. Being too loud, being too quiet, saying too much, saying too little —- all lines in the sand. I sometimes wish that, as people, we were more upfront about where our lines are. If we told people, perhaps they wouldn’t cross over said lines. But, then, I realize that that’s false. So many times, we are aware of unspoken lines and we cross them anyway. Lines in the sand never stop anyone from doing anything, and it’s a mighty shame too. Anyway. Thoughts?
Posted on Wednesday, 22 June 2011