One of the most abused words in the English language today would be the word ‘friend’. Everybody has become a friend. Your classmate, your batch mate, a ‘friend of my friend’ and now even all human beings we call as ‘friends’ on social networking sites.
Most happen to be ones that we don’t even stay in touch with post that year in school, college or even post that last job.
The truly distinguishing factor that would choicely compel me to promote someone from a string of acquaintances collected over time and places, to being someone special in my life, someone whom I can call as a ‘friend’ would be our ability to be ourselves with each other.
All of us in today’s rather ruthless, personally and professionally competitive world tend to wear masks. Some do so out of choice…..a choice of hiding a true identity, of protecting oneself from an emotional onslaught, of securing something they covet. Others become involuntary victims of society’s masquerade ball.
Out of the hoarded, seemingly unending list of ‘people we know’ how many truly know the real ‘you – the man/woman behind the multitude of masks’? Only a handful.
The farce of the whole ‘friend’ concept is that most people know that they cannot be their true selves with the person in front but despite that they voluntarily extend this beautiful word to tag the soul in sight.
What is it I wonder that makes people refer to other people so easily as friends? Do they find it below dignity or respect to use ‘acquaintance’? Or is it an inherent craving to belong, to announce to yourself in the deep interiors of the maze of your mind, that you are not alone?
Makes me scratch the epidermis stretched over 22 pieces of the cranium jigsaw, my tiny cerebral labyrinth encased in it. Going by the rules made by human society regarding friends, I seem to want to be anti-social.