Have you ever noticed that the closer you get to some people the more chaotic they get? It's like in physics. If you look out at the stars of a night everything looks so calm and peaceful. The night sky is so tranquil. But we know from physicists as we close in on the smallest of particles of matter on the quantum level, everything is observed to be chaotic. This is how some people truly are.
We can be friendly to anyone at a distance. We can be polite and warm to virtual strangers and both parties walk away from such light and fluffy interactions feeling nothing but good will towards the other. And then we have those nice people we bump into at social events. We don't know them at all really but we can engage in a friendly conversation or chit chat as we know it and feel really good afterwards. Oh- such- a- nice- person- thing--- you know?
Then we come to the up close and personal types of friends we have. The ones we have nurtured over a long period of time and whom we really know and who also know us. we start off with these people on that warm and fuzzy feeling of growing friendship. We are polite and very nice to each other. Each of us can seem to be the perfect- do-no-wrong type of person. The sun shines out of us. Ahhh1 Wonderful!!!
But then somehow we get to know each other better and then things begin to fall into chaos. Now we run the risk of it all going to Hell. And many times it does do just that. People begin to notice the flaws rather than the initial good points in a person's character.
Well where am I going with this? Maybe I could conclude that it is best to keep everyone at a distance. So why do we agree to get so close to people. In fact why do we yearn for it? We certainly are a difficult species to understand. The closer we get to each other the worse we are to each other. Stupid result eh?
When a friendship does go sour there are two things we can do. We can abandon it entirely-- as in divorce. Problem not solved just diverted. Or we can go back to the very beginning and start again. But usually the road goes to the same destination because once you observe a flaw in something it always remains noticeable.
When it's over----it's over-----
As in the words of Omar Khayyam:
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.