Not Everyone Familiar Is a Friend
A few years ago in university, I was in my hostel one day, talking on the phone with someone. While we were talking, a girl nearby was making noise. The person I was speaking with asked who was making the noise, and I casually replied, “Oh, it’s my neighbour.” Immediately, the girl reacted. “I’m your neighbour?” she asked, sounding almost offended. After the call ended, I had to spend time explaining that I did not mean it in a negative way. But s he kept repeating, “So I’m your neighbour?” I think what she expected me to say was that she was my friend. But the truth was, she was not my friend. Not because she was a bad person. Not because we did not get along. We talked, we laughed, and we shared some moments together, but those things did not automatically make her my friend. If I was going through something difficult, she would not be the first person I would think of. If I needed help, she would not be the first person I would call. Our relationship was based on proximity and...