Recently I’ve been thinking deeply about friendship - who are my close friends? Who are my best friends? Who are the people I can count on? These days, I have wayyy too many “friends” on facebook (1855 of them, but hey who’s counting), and how many of them do I really care about? How many of them do I even know? >.>
Growing up, my dad always told me to ask small favors of my friends, in little ways like asking them for a ride home from school, or asking them to change the date or time of a hangout to accommodate my family’s schedule. He wanted me to “test” the friendship, and he told me it’s important to find out who my good friends were, by seeing who would do these favors for me. I remember feeling terrible about it; I’d always resisted and said they’re my friends, I don’t want to be testing them! I would end up fighting with my dad over it.
But really it’s because I always wanted to be seen as the nice girl who wouldn’t trouble others, so I felt bad having to ask these friends. Worse of all, deep down I know that they’re not really close after all, and we were just superficial, fair weather friends. I used to think that there’s no need to “test” it, I know we’re not that close so I should save up the social capital until I really needed it. Haha cynical much? Or maybe just being realistic.
I always wondered why others had such high expectations of friends; I never really did trust that friends would put aside all else to do things for me, so I had pretty low expectations. I wouldn’t necessarily do the same for them, so why should I expect them to do it for me? I am scared of being hurt, so I keep a safe distance from friends so I don’t let myself get hurt. The only person I’ve really opened up to hurt is my ex. I guess that’s the only time I felt vulnerable and betrayed - and truly the only time when I grew exponentially stronger.
Now that I think about it, I’ve always asked my family to accommodate my lifestyle and schedule, and I inconvenienced my parents without a qualm just so I can hang out with my friends and make them/me happy. Back then, my priorities were definitely a lot more focused on being well liked and seen as the nice girl.
I feel bad about my parents now - is that the life of being a parent? Your kids end up taking you for granted because they know that no matter how many tantrums, how much trouble they put you through, how many requests to send them to school or piano practice or meteor shower watching sessions, they know you’re still going to love them the same, they know you’re still going to be there for them. I was being kind and nice to others, but I forgot that I should have been kindest and nicest to my parents instead.
Anyhow, back to friendship. To this day I remember very clearly an incident that illustrates my desire to be well-liked at the expense of my conscience. When I was 10, everyone had to pair up in boy-girl pairings for physical education class, and we had to hold hands. I saw that this chubby boy had no partner and no one wanted to hold his hand, so I went up to him and held his hand. He brightened up immediately, and I remember how happy he was that I wanted to be his friend. I thought I was being so nice by befriending this boy, but oh man I regretted it in the upcoming weeks. I almost wished I had been mean like the other kids, so I didn’t have to bear the burden of making him happy. I know this sounds so selfish, but that was definitely how I felt back then.
He started to follow me around, wanted to join my project teams, and play together during breaks. I started to feel uncomfortable with it - I had my clique of girl friends that I hung out with, and I was pretty popular back then. We were the teachers’ pets, the smart and popular girls in school, so it wasn’t doing me any good to have this boy, who was seen as an outcast of the class, around me. I remember he was a very odd and awkward boy, quite immature/insecure and would throw tantrums easily, while loving to act smart and show off. That was why the other kids didn’t really like him, and they took every chance they could to make fun of him - the way he waddled as he walked, the fact that he had to wait for his mum to pick him up from school every day, and how during tests he would always disappear to the bathroom for 15min! My classmates were calling him “mummy’s boy” and joking that he was running off to call his mum for answers to the test. Now I suspect he was always nervous during tests and so would have to do a number 2, but back then even I had doubts and would wonder if he really was calling home for help. He did always get really good test scores...
I recall that I was succumbing to peer pressure and would play along with the other kids. I would never say the same mean things or repeat what they said about him, but I was a passive participant as I never stood up for him, nor did I say anything about it. I was afraid of being lumped in with him as an outcast, and I started to feel ashamed of being picked up by my mum from school as well. I was so scared that my friends would turn on me and make fun of me too, so I started to distance myself from him (like ghosting in today’s terms, but in real life). Yes I was learning how to ghost at age 10!
I ignored him whenever he wanted to join in, and I told him I was already part of this group and there’s no more space for him. I couldn’t bear to be completely mean to him so sometimes I still talked to him but other times I would avoid him. It was a very stressful time of my life as I had to navigate peer pressure, while battling my unease and guilt in treating this boy the same way the others were treating him, plus my own shame in being in the same situation of being picked up from school but not made fun of (yet). I would listen to him tell me about his mum and his sister, and let him rant or show off or say whatever he wanted even though I didn’t like it. I realised back then that I had no idea how to stop being friends with someone, that I couldn’t even put it in words how I felt about him. Now I think I probably felt sorry for him, with some annoyance, dislike, sympathy and empathy mixed in.
In fact, his mum knew me as his friend so she would always be very happy to see me, and would come over and talk to me when she picked him up from school. I would always feel sooo bad talking to her, because I’m pretending to be his friend when really I wasn’t feeling it. I would be nice to him in front of his mum, but it would kill me inside. I couldn’t reconcile this - how to maintain distance from a friend I didn’t want, while remaining nice to him and his mum!
In the end, after my sufficient ignoring and avoiding (passive aggressive much?), he got the message and stopped hanging around me. I breathed a sigh of relief, and felt a load off my back. I’m still in with the popular crowd, I’m still well liked and I didn’t have to deal with the outcast anymore. Wait, doesn’t this remind you of Mean Girls?
Yes, that was the power of peer pressure, of tying my identity to the social pressure of being liked by others as a kid. It’s also my first taste of what bullying was, and while I didn’t directly bully him, I felt like I was probably the cruelest of them all by befriending him and then passively rejecting him.
I know it is no excuse, and to this day I still don’t have a good idea of how to tell someone - hey I don’t want to be a close friend with you, please stay at the distance of an acquaintance friend, etc. The only way I know is by not meeting up with these friends, by seeing them less and less, and being less responsive. Haha somehow this sounds a lot like dating!

This relationship accountability chart is from my favorite author and relationship therapist Esther Perel. I’ve been reading her book “Mating in Captivity”, and listening to her podcast “Where Should We Begin” (it’s really good, you guys should check it out if you haven’t heard it before!) I agree with so many things she’s teaching, and I aspire towards her values. I want to embrace the freedom to love and be myself, to power part instead of ghost or ice people, to treat people right even if it’s difficult. We have all been on the receiving end of it before, it sucks when someone is leading you on and stringing your feelings along. I would respect him/her so much more if he/she tells me straight up how they feel about the relationship. I crave honesty, vulnerability and openness, I long for effective and kind communication. It’s what I want to be able to provide to others, and it’s also what I’d love to receive from those I care about.
I know that this is a 180 change from the way I was brought up and from the way my family is, but I shall strive to break the chains of my traditional upbringing and become who I want to be. This shall be my constant challenge, and this is how I will continue to grow on my learning journey.
Taking stock of who my friends are today, most of them are friends from work or school (all the way back to as early as kindergarten classmates in hk!). Most of them are people I grew up with and were connected by virtue of vicinity (studying or living in the same neighborhood), by common interests (science, astronomy, track and field, chinese orchestra, Japanese culture, etc), or by being in the same class. However once we left the context in which we met, we started to drift apart and move on with our lives. Especially as we grew older, everyone started pairing up with boyfriends or husbands and started to pay less attention to our friendships.
For me, I left home and so created distance (both physical and emotional) in all my friendships. Yes I may be keeping in touch with my closer friends over Facebook and WhatsApp, but it’s still not the same. When I need help or comfort, they’re not always the ones I can rely on or turn to anymore. They’ve changed, and I’ve changed so much that I can barely recognize myself. How can we expect to go back to being as close as we were before, when now we’re almost like two new strangers? We have to re-learn everything we knew about each other, and that’s why I’m so grateful that you, my readers, my dear friends, are reading my blog posts.
Yes I’m talking to you. You are reading my deepest and innermost thoughts, and I’m baring my heart to you because I want to believe that this is your way of keeping in touch. This is your way of staying up to date on how I’ve changed, and your approximation in maintaining a close friendship while we’re miles apart. I really appreciate you for putting in this time and effort to getting to know me, and grow and learn alongside me. I only ask that you can do the same for me -- please share your innermost thoughts with me and maintain the connection, rebuild the friendship. I want to see you for who you are as well, and let this be a two-way conversation.
When I left home, I had to start over with a blank slate. I was always good at making friends -- so I did, over and over again. I made close friends in undergrad, then started anew at Stanford with a new set of friends. Then I moved to DC and started over again. After making good friends there, I moved to South Bay and yet again, I had to make new friends. I disappeared under a rock when I was in a relationship, so while I managed to make lots of acquaintance friends, I never had time or energy to get close to them. When I emerged from under the rock, I moved up to SF and had to rekindle all my old friendships and make new friends again.
Again, and again, it wears me down.
Who am I left with now that I’m alone in the US? I’ve left my closest friends behind, I don’t have family here, and while I have made new friends in my adulthood, it isn’t quite the same. I felt like adult friendships have barriers and the baggage of past hurts, which are very different from the carefree friendships of my childhood and youth. Worse still, we have to always be wary and cautious about people getting close to us with an ulterior motive, whether it is for networking, or a guy seeing me as a potential love interest.
Is it this difficult to build and maintain friendship as adults? We needs to put in a lot more intention, care and effort in order to make it work, especially now that we have different priorities clashing with friendship - work, family, dates/boyfriends/husbands, and kids in the future. How can we juggle all that and still stay close to our friends?
I don’t have a good answer, but I think it means I’ll have to whittle down my friendship group and figure out who I want to be close to or not. I’ve been rereading waitbutwhy’s post on friendship about the tiers of friends that we should have, and it makes me wonder if I even have any in the Tier 1 group. If you haven't read it yet, I highly encourage you to at least check out the first few paragraphs of it.
I was just thinking a few weeks ago, that my closest friend now is my roommate, and the people I hang out with are my housemates - mostly because we are all in close proximity to each other. So if my house burned down, who can I turn to for help? Who do I feel comfortable enough with to ask for a place to stay?
I have two friends that I thought of, but they live with their parents in the east bay so it wouldn’t work well for them (or me). I have a few friends in the south bay that I can ask but it’s far from the city. Within the city, I realised I didn’t have any close friends other than guy dates! I can only think of two girl friends that I had just met at a Meetup end of last year - we aren’t that close yet, but they would be willing and able to help me out.
The irony is that the only people I got close to in my time here were guys I went on dates with that I really liked, that somehow didn’t work out. I don’t have close guy friends as I inadvertently create emotional distance to avoid developing feelings for the guy, but also build up a barrier to keep the guy from liking me. Otherwise it builds romantic feelings, and a close friendship would no longer be sustainable. We’d either be dating or become so uncomfortable with being close that we’d have to recreate the distance.
Also, open-minded as I may seem, I’d still feel super uncomfortable staying over at a guy’s place even if we’re friends. Given the choice, I’d rather crash with the girl acquaintance friends than guy friends haha.
I guess in the worst case, I would go home. When my heart grows weary, my body lacks vitality, and my spirit needs replenishment, I shall return home to family. The family that I don’t want to take for granted anymore, and the very people who will love me no matter what.


