{"id":8133,"date":"2012-04-19T18:10:59","date_gmt":"2012-04-19T23:10:59","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/?p=8133"},"modified":"2012-04-19T18:10:59","modified_gmt":"2012-04-19T23:10:59","slug":"a-galaxy-of-friends","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/?p=8133","title":{"rendered":"A galaxy of friends"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I did a little exercise today.  I wrote down a list of people I consider friends, and then checked in with myself about the feeling each friendship evoked in me.  In these evoked feelings, I was surprised to discover an enormous variety.  Some people are sort of life-lines.  If I&#8217;m in trouble, they are the ones I call.  Others I can hang out with on the phone for hours, both of us happily talking until we are just too sleepy to go on.  Still others I care about deeply, but this feeling is not associated at all with any sense that we would have a lot to say on the phone.<\/p>\n<p>I wonder whether each of us creates around us a galaxy of diverse friendships that reflects, and in some sense maps out, divergent aspects of ourselves.  We are each a highly complex bundle of opposing impulses, likes and desires, all of which get collectively labeled as a &#8220;self&#8221;, for want of a better word.<\/p>\n<p>In this sense, the diversity of one&#8217;s friendships is not really about them, but about one&#8217;s own self.  The part of me that connects to one friend may have very little do to with the part of me that connects to another friend.<\/p>\n<p>This might go a long way toward explaining why we find, from time to time, that two of our closest friends cannot stand each other.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I did a little exercise today. I wrote down a list of people I consider friends, and then checked in with myself about the feeling each friendship evoked in me. In these evoked feelings, I was surprised to discover an enormous variety. Some people are sort of life-lines. If I&#8217;m in trouble, they are the &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/?p=8133\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;A galaxy of friends&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8133"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=8133"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8133\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8134,"href":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8133\/revisions\/8134"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=8133"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=8133"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=8133"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}