Just when I say I’m DONE reading BuzzFeed articles and their ilk, I stumble upon one that’s too perfect pass up.
Take this recent “open letter from an introvert” on Blush. Admire the GIFs, then skip on down to point 4: introverts are okay without a bajillion friends, which explains that:
If you are one of my dear friends, then one of two things happened:
1. You clawed your way in (bravo!)
2. We were confined together for a long period of time and forced to talk.
I laughed out loud at this, because it’s so true for me. I can’t tell you how many conversations I have with Will that go, “How do you know her again?” and I reply something like, “I think she hunted me down and made me be her friend.”
They clawed their way in.
I’m reminded of the Friends episode where Phoebe schools Monica on how to drop a friend. The friend in question is the tiresome Amanda (played by Jennifer Coolidge, of Legally Blonde fame): Phoebe instructs:
Just cut her out. Just ignore her calls and dodge her till she gets the point.
But then later in the show, it comes out that Phoebe once tried to unfriend Monica–but Monica refused to be unfriended. Phoebe explains to her:
No matter what I tried to do I couldn’t keep you out of my life. Of all the people I’ve cut out, you were the only one who ever clawed her way back in.
She’s a scrappy one, that Monica.
As an introvert, I admire her tenacity: the kind that spots a kindred spirit and claws her way in, the kind that won’t be dropped by a friend she loves. I wonder about myself and my own relationships: do I have that kind of tenacity? I’d like to say I did, but I don’t know.
Monica Geller, role model? Maybe this time.
I’d love to hear your thoughts on your friends who clawed their way in (or how YOU did the clawing), scrappy friends, and nostalgic recollections of Friends viewing sessions in comments.
P.S. This episode (The One with Ross’s Tan, from season 10) is consistently rated as one of the worst episodes of the entire series in fan polls. I’m not buying it (even though the Joey-Rachel plot line stinks), if only because I’m remembering it with fondness a decade later. (Yep, a decade. I know.)
And on a serious note, I’ve been meaning to read this book on friendship by Luci Shaw and Madeleine L’Engle for ages. If you’ve read it (or intend to), I’d love to hear your thoughts.