When I think back to friendship in my teenage years, I remember being blunt about a lot of things — thoughts, feelings, curiosities, opinions… I was figuring out who I was and processing it with my friends. And my willingness to say exactly what I was thinking was, I am told, one of my more endearing qualities. But what a lot of people didn’t know then was that I was still censoring myself, masking the pieces of myself and my life that I kept off-limits.
Sometimes it was discomfort. For as open as I was, I was hyper-aware of what made me different. Sometimes it was because I didn’t want to be confronted with bad choices. Like many people, I had my share of those. Sometimes it was simply sheer embarrassment that I wasn’t perfect — in school, at home or otherwise.
From where I stood, I was the weird one. The one who just stumbled where others ran. The one whose personal history firmly checked the category of “other.” The one drawn to musicals who couldn’t sing a note. So, I curated a version of myself that seemed to be an open book as a defense mechanism.
At 44, I now realize that the strongest friendships are built on utter, complete oversharing — not hiding the scary parts.
When you are with the right people, this level of honesty makes your friendship stronger. Your friends then really know you. In turn, those people — your people, so to speak — don’t judge you. Instead, they support and guide.
Why did it take me so long to learn this? It’s taken years, therapy, self-reflection and letting go to get here — and a bit of reexamining the past to see why some friendships faltered.
I mean, who hasn’t had the friend who, when faced with a health crisis, lobbed your own history at you like a grenade while complaining that it wasn’t fair that it was happening to them and not you? What? That’s not a universal experience?
Or what about when you screwed up the courage to tell your friends you didn’t want to get married, and they wrote it off as cold feet because they thought you’d never wavered before. Just me?
These are the things that caused me to pull back further from friends and to maintain a firm boundary, hiding the imperfections, failures, worries and broken parts. I know now that this was unhealthy, and I am happier for having torn it all down.