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Sunday, October 30, 2005

girlfriends

First off I have to say that my SIL has just offered to send me all of her super-fancy baby stuff so I simply can't complain about SILs anymore - well, actually, I could complain about my only other one who doesn't know we're expecting because she doesn't seem to be on speaking terms with us. Except she never actually said so, just doesn't communicate at all. Which brings me to my point....

I grew up on a farm in the Pacific Northwest but spent a lot of time in Europe where half of my relatives live. I now live in the Northeast and that particular SIL has spent pretty much her whole life in MA. So, perhaps the lack of warmth and fear of conflict, etc. is cultural. My in-laws are not warm and cuddly to say the least. Nor do they yell and scream or slam doors or weep profusely at family gatherings. They're just COMPLETELY unemotional and disengaged as far as I can see.

My family.... a lot more sturm and drang and a LOT more love. And if someone is being a cold-hearted ass, they get called on it, which results in more sturm and drang but never results in going incommunicado.

So when one gets older one finds a new family in the form of friends, and specifically girlfriends. What's a girl to do without girlfriends? And I have absolutely wonderful ones, who call me on my crap, who send me little presents, who answer the phone when it's too early for anyone to call, who will spend hours listening to the intricacies of my life and for whom I willingly do the same. However, they're all from the west and they all live far away. Luckily for me, they all live in places I love to visit, but still, pretty far away.

When I moved to the Northeast, I had no idea that it would be such a culture shock. I have lived on this side of the country for over 10 years and simply have not made true friends. Where I grew up, people helped eachother out, when I go home to visit I spend hours talking with the neighbors who seem to want me to move back as much as my parents do. Although, they too, think things have changed and there's a lot less community than there used to be.

I also have lived a lot in Europe. When I was there as a teenager living for a while with my grandmother, our absolute biggest fight was when I thought I would cancel plans with one friend because I had subsequently been invited to something that sounded like more fun. My grandmother (who is not even that old-fashioned) made it very, very, very clear that that simply is not done. If you make plans with someone, you are committed to that and too bad if something more tempting comes along. I was recently talking with someone here from the same country as my grandmother, we were talking about taking friendships seriously (or not), and she said of course one takes very good care of one's friends because "they are part of the fabric of who you are."

My far-away girlfriends are. The people I know here really aren't and I'm getting depressed about it. I have lived in this area over 6 years and thrown many, many parties, dinner parties, helped people move, given people things they need, taught free yoga classes, helped out in any way, invited people to things that sounded fun, etc. Yet I haven't got a good girlfriend to show for it and I'm beginning to wonder if it's cultural because it's so, so strange to me. I have friends here who
- have repeatedly cancelled at the last minute, even a planned weekend trip.
- have never invited me into their home (in 6+ years!)
- have never, never contacted me although they will always respond if I call or email
- eat meals in front of me and do not offer any food, at their house (my grandmother would be horrified)
- make plans with other people even if we already had plans
- come hours late when we do have plans
- will not reciprocate the smallest favor
- don't contact me for 4-5 months at a time and seem to think nothing of it
- stop talking to me if I say anything about being unhappy with the state of our friendship

But the saddest part for me is that they just aren't real girlfriends. When I first moved here and threw my first dinner party, I was floored when by 10 pm, after 1.5 bottles of wine total, my entire 8 guests had gone home. And they didn't even have kids, they had tv shows to watch. I miss hanging out, I miss staying up late talking about life, I miss simply spending time with people. Where I live isn't as bad as NYC where people will leave a social function after 20 minutes because they've got more things to do - but the lack of a fabric of friendship is, to me, a real, real social and cultural lack. I think it makes people bitter, crabby and intolerant. And I'm very afraid that that will happen to me.

What has happened to enjoying the good things in life with people whom you also enjoy? Now that I'm pregnant, it makes me even sadder. To play under the table while the grownups gab away with one more bottle, to be passed from lap to lap, to explore the nooks and crannies of the old neighbor's house, to sit on the porch catching fireflies and telling tales, my child's going to have to get on a plane, just like I do.

I mostly wanted to write this out to get it off my chest - but if any of you do get this, please let me know. Is it cultural? Do real East Coasters ever just have fun with their friends?

Life is short - and other people are all we really have in the end. I was reading the comments on Mare's blog about what makes people happy, and it got me to thinking.

What makes me really, really happy is connecting with other people but I'm afraid I'm going to forget how.

6 Comments:

At 6:48 AM, Blogger Susie said...

Very interesting post, Penelope. I am from the southeast but have lived many years in Europe, Pennyslvania, and now Connecticut (6 years).

I've made some real friends here in New England but I will say that most of them originally came from somewhere else -- upstate New York, New Jersey, and Wisconsin. The New Englanders I've been close to over these years have been harder to keep touch with, although I have tried with most of them. So I feel for you. I hope when you have the opportunity to get involved with a New Moms' group you'll make some connections, although from what I understand those can be fleeting as well (but they do serve a purpose).

It looks very likely that my husband and I may be moving back to our native land before the baby comes. If it happens I will post about it, of course. I'll also be overjoyed to be back within driving distance of our families and more of our old friends.

 
At 8:14 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Penelope, I completely understand. I am having a bit of a difficult time dealing with my MIL and now, even my husband. He was born and raised in Boston and the same with his mother (her parents had just arrived from Italy when they had her)....so, I don't know how much of this is the Italian or the Yankee.

Yes, I said it, "Yankee". I grew up in South Carolina and so I have often noticed the cultural differences when dealing with a Yankee. Granted, perhaps Southerners are too gushy gushy , mushy mushy, but damn, for the most part, they ENJOY things.

I met Michael in California and soon noticed his "Yankeeness" - some things I adore about it: his accent, his "don't fuck with me" attitude, his brilliance and education, his confidence....however, my main beef with him is he can be a complete DRAG sometimes.....he tends to always look on the negative and doesn't appreciate the positives.

It makes me more of a Pollyanna because I see how incredibly sad it is to never see the fullness of glasses.

Anyway, his mother was here for two very long weeks. I am still trying to recover from it and trying to figure out why it has affected me so much. Literally, there were two mornings that I just cried and cried while I was taking a shower and I so dreaded the day with her.

Nothing made her smile, nothing pleased her.....even if we went to an amazing restaurant, she complained "it's too much!" with her annoying, dragging, whining accent.....I noticed that people pulled away from her with a few minutes. She was a people repellant like I have never seen.

Now, I am super sensitive to the negativity and am having a hard time dealing with that in Michael. He told me that is cultural, that that is all he knows and people aren't warm and fuzzy and "isn't life Grand!!".

I only have to see my MIL once a year and you can bet next year, I will have a seminar out of town. I just cannot deal with it. It is a no win situation.

She thinks she is so "honest" but I think she is just a miserable person pissing on everyone else.

Sorry for the book here, but you obviously struck a nerve with me.

I actually feel sorry for the little boy inside of my husband who was raised in such a negative environment.

 
At 8:21 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hi Penelope, I grew up in Mass.I do think what you are experiencing is a cultural shock thing, which I experienced in reverse when I moved to California at age 21.

I remember standing in line at the supermarket, doing the traditional Boston, "don't look anyone in the eye and ignore those who are standing within one foot of you" thing. And a woman turns to me and says, "jeez, this line is moving slowly, isn't it?"

My Boston-trained thoughts? "What the hell? Why is this person talking to me? What does she WANT from me? I'll bet she wants me to join her cult religion, or is trying to get me to give her a hand-out? WHAT? WHY THE FUCK YOU TALKIN' TO ME BEEYATCH?" It never once occurred to me that she was just being nice.

I've considered moving back to Boston many times to be close to my aging parents and my siblings, but as long as I remain committed to starting a family I cannot move back there. I don't want any kid of mine to be influenced by the poisonous Boston culture.

I like to think I've grown since then.

 
At 1:39 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I can certainly relate to this post. I'm from a suburb near Buffalo, NY, and enjoyed great, close friendships with girls in high school and the start of college. But after moving in with my now DH and getting "serious" about life at a young age (we were married at 23 and are 38 weeks pregnant with our first baby at 25), I think my girlfriends just couldn't relate.

I've always sought out friends and am warm and open...just kind of shy. I miss having a bunch of great women to sit around and just chat and laugh with. I feel for you - it seems to me to be almost impossible to make close friends once school is over. Thankfully I have my family here (and NOT my in-laws, whom I can't stand) and cousins for our daughter. But still, I spend a lot of time thinking how nice it would be if I had friends with children to talk to.

Wow, I wrote a book to...you struck a nerve in me as well. Great, interesting and thought provoking post.

*Kier*

 
At 1:43 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Oh...one more thing. I think the 2 year struggle of infertility that we went through lost us a lot of friends.

People say that you can tell a lot about your friends by how they react when you're in pain and going through hell. Mine simply said "You're too young to worry, stop making yourself (i.e. "us") crazy!". Thinking back on it, I think I should have said something snarky. I mean, I lost them as friends anyway. Why not call them out on their assvice?

Again, thanks for posting this. I guess I had a lot to think about/say in regards to this!

 
At 10:11 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Ok, 1. I find that really ironic that you say that about the northeast. I'm a born and raised east coaster. I moved to the bay area of CA last year, and I'm in the same boat you are. I feel the exact same way, just on the opposite side of the country. The people here don't seem warm or overly friendly (and you think of like, CA hippies and such that just love everyone. Not in my neighborhood). I've made almost no friends here and it's been really depressing.

2. The majority of my relatives on my dad's side are New Englanders. With the exception of a few people, there are a lot of New Englanders that are stuffy. My mothers relatives are all from New York. You want the loud screaming people? Go to Long Island. But there are definitely exceptions in Boston.

3. I think it's definitely hard to meet new people as you get older, especially girls that have lived in one place their whole life. They have a circle of friends. And transplanting cross country is definitely a huge culture shock.

Thankfully my husband is what he likes to call "wash and wear." He's pretty much lived everywhere, and is a little more of an introvert. We've agreed to move back to Philadelphia because I just can't get into living here. I don't think it's uncommon for a husband to move back to his wifes hometown.

 

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