Friends and lovers
My life is rich with relationships. There are challenges, sure, but my overall experience is that of abundance.
I canít make time to stay in touch with everyone close to me as much as I would like. This is never going to change, unless I consciously cull my Ďfriends listí, which Iím not prepared to do. Iíd rather adjust my own expectations of how much time I can spend with people, how often. My sprawling backyard of friends and lovers flourishes at times effortlessly.
I heard an idea that strangers are just friends you havenít met yet. (Of course, they are also potential enemies, acquaintances, etc. I like my glass full Ė half of water, half of air.) Another quote I read, on a t-shirt, said: ďa world without strangers.Ē Imagine, no one alienated by difference. Strange, diverse, but never estranged. My kind of utopia.
I donít quite understand the distinction some people have between friends and lovers. Is it about the sex? Intimacy? Romance? Is closeness a kind of skin, that youíre either outside of, or broken through? Then what about ears, nostrils, assholes, vaginasÖ I can get inside you, friends!
But seriously, the compartments donít really work. At least, not always. Categories (fuck buddies, friends with benefits, partners, lovers etc) are useful short-hand, can help us discuss and compare and understand, but the complex taxonomy of relationships is just a scheme, a generalisation, that can never replace the wondrous chaos of each specific connection.