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I Am a Good Friend (I swear…)

Marit and I have been exchanging communiques lately. This gave me a minor epiphany the other day.

I had a clinical prof say once that healthy grief can be seen as the repayment of a debt to the person you lose–that all the richness of emotions of being attached to someone can’t suddenly disappear when they die, and so you have to “pay it down” slowly until you get to a more manageable inner state with things.

One of my frustrations with Lucka, as I wrote, was not knowing how we’d done, Lisa and I, because we weren’t the kinds of friends we thought we should be. We didn’t see her. The fact that she didn’t want us to see her is beside the point – this is my idea of what friends do, not the concrete example of what that friend needs.

Coming up to see Anthony offers this sense that I am being a good friend, because I get to be a friend on the terms that I know and understand.

What happens when your friend asks you something alien? Not unethical, immoral, but like Lucka, counter to what you expect?

Did we become friends because of how I want to be with you? Has our friendship changed to where I can be what you need, not what I want?


Ownership

When theater companies talk about audience development, the idea of ownership is in there – spoken or tacit. We want people who are going to keep coming back, who feel like they’re a part of a community or an experience. A week or so ago we went to see Billy Jack at the Neo-Futurists. On a Thursday night, not exactly a prime theater-going timeframe, there were probably close to 80 people. At the end of the funny yet still painful hour or so (it’s a really, really bad script), one of the performers asked if there was anyone new in the audience, “probably not,” she asked, and was genuinely and happily surprised when four of us indicated yes we’re new here.

That’s ownership. In financial terms, it’s just butts-in-seats, but that’s the wrong attitude for theaters because we’re such a bad business model for entertainment. In community terms, ownership is a little more like friendship. We want you to like us, to be friends with us.

There’s all kinds of problems fraught with this, but I’m going to focus just on obligation for now. Because friendship isn’t free. There are ties that we make with each other, obligations. And people don’t necessarily want an obligation to an entity when entertainment is so much easier – and $10 to see a bad screenplay performed, that’s pretty cheap all things considered.

Anthony is going off chemo and starting a hospice program. Looking through the materials, his wife was struck by the language about “gifts,” that providing hospice care for your spouse is a “fabulous, nuturing gift,” was how she phrased it. But I didn’t get married to my wife to the end of our lives, I got married to the end of my life, and she’s supposed to be there the whole time – same as Steph and Anthony. My mother is still occasionally angry at my father for dying some 30 years ago. They’re supposed to be getting old together.

A gift?

My brother works in hospice and palliative care, but it’s a job. It’s a noble job, but it doesn’t have the same connections and obligations. It doesn’t have ties and it doesn’t have ownership.

And as you lay dying and we are caring for you, your death is not a gift to us. We give to you. Which means we can’t tell you how much this particular giving sucks, because that’s not giving. It’s got to be freely given, or it kind of doesn’t count.


What Do I Owe You?

This from a friend of a friend: “Why are you doing this, exactly?”

I was at a house-warming party, and it was just four of us left, including the hosts. Tim, who’s been in remission for his own cancer for over ten years, had asked some question or another, and I mentioned driving up to see Anthony. The friend of a friend made the odd challenge. Why am I doing this, exactly?

“This,” in this case, means driving five and a half hours (now seven-ish) to see Anthony, maybe put in some actual labor (painting, mowing a lawn), then driving back. And, for the past four visits, it’s meant getting sick. Psychosomatic issues, anyone? Well, that’s what antibiotics are for.

I’ve got strong feelings regarding the idea of friendship, even if I toss the word around more casually than I used to, when I used to feel strongly and was fussier about word choice. And admittedly, those feelings are in a state of evolution. Stasis for a long time, then an Incident, and a re-consideration.

For example, bad behavior. On my part.

Four good friends, two couples, I’m a part of one. The other couple, David and Mary, break up, but work on staying friends. Agh, but not disastrous, as evidenced by the fact that they’re still on good terms and still stay in touch. Shannon and I break up, also work on staying friends. Also Agh, also in touch, though not as closely as David and Mary.

We’re not terribly old when all of these events take place. And we’ve all been hanging out together all of the time. The long and short of it is that David and Shannon eventually hook up, and a year or two later, so do Mary and I. No big deal, right?

Not so much.

My friend Richard has never forgiven a mutual acquaintance for a similar offense. It meant too much to him at the time, and even if the hurt is not quite so raw now, I expect the memory of the pain is still vivid. Similarly, I don’t think David’s ever really forgiven me – even if he was the one to hook up with my ex-girlfriend first. That would matter if I were talking about precedent, but I’m not. David loved Mary in a way that I didn’t love Shannon, and I hurt him in a way that he didn’t hurt me.

I had a chance to learn from this incident, and on another occasion with someone else I forewent the hook-up that probably could have happened in the interest of not hurting someone else. Which is great for me, but it does nothing for David. My offense against him doesn’t change.

So. Friendship.

I do what I do for Anthony because we’re friends. I visit because it means something to him. How much, I’ve no idea, but I’ve long been convinced that what he’s lacking is precisely a greater presence of more people in his life, less time on his own. Is he easy to be with? Not always. But we didn’t sign up for easy.

I do it because it doesn’t just help him, it helps his wife. There’s someone else around, maybe doing work, maybe just hanging out and hopefully bringing some extra air into the room.

I do it because I have an idea of what friendship means, and I’d think worse of myself if I didn’t work to match my own expectations. I let down David. I let down Jen, a friend about whom I wrote memory play last year, Decaffeinated Tragedy.

I’m okay with this not being an easy answer.