It is the new year, finally. When I was thinking about what I wanted to write about in my first post for the year, I was confused. I had two thoughts in mind—confidence and friendship. It is quite fitting, really, because those were the two of the most important things that moulded my year and two things that I wish will extend their warm arms into the new year. Maybe more than friendship, I mean camaraderie? I don’t really know at this point, but then, I am going to let myself sit in that unpredictability, revel in it, even (after all, I could justify it on the basis of confidence in myself, right?). But quite honestly, I am afraid that this post would become a disappointment (and a nasty voice in my head whispered almost immediately: “like my life”). But I am not going to entertain that anymore, and actually, as I write this post, I am recognising how much I might have changed.
What do I mean by confidence, I wonder, because there are too many dictionary definitions and they all seem more and more relevant as I think of them. But confidence with respect to people and my relationships to them is probably what I am most interested in at the moment. It becomes important to put the “at the moment” because people change, desires change, interests change and no one is to blame. I repeat, NO ONE is to blame, because it becomes quite convenient to place blame on something or someone. It gives one the space to allow themselves to completely feel whatever they’re feeling. And of course, that should not be policed, but it should also be monitored to stop it from becoming self-indulgent. A very thin line, I must say, and a line I constantly struggle with. I went from being tyrannically vigilant to criminally lax, it took me the entire semester and a few more days to mistakenly hit the good mark. And like all fluke hits, I could not reach it again the next time. But it is slightly better now, I am more precise with my lines now and it is completely underwhelming but I could genuinely do with some less drama in my life.
When I look up the word confidence, it gives me two meanings (on my Apple Dictionary #AcademicHonesty). In all honesty (wink, wink) though, plagiarism is not cool by any measure and this is just a lighthearted joke not meant to take away from the importance of academic honesty (sigh, I have become so paranoid-careful, it is quite funny). Coming back, confidence apparently means 2 broad things: 1) the feeling or belief that one can have faith in or rely on someone or something, and 2) the telling of private matters or secrets with mutual trust. Both of them are pertinent with respect to interpersonal relationships and friendships in particular. Friendship is, after all, meant to be a safe space that you can trust. And there are varying degrees to this confidence, of course, different places work as safe spaces for different kinds of issues. And not all places are available spaces, 24/7, and for all kinds of problems. The only place that is REQUIRED to be so is the internal space, but well, let’s come to that some day some time, not now.
When it comes to friendship, there’s another confidence that not many people seem to talk about. Yes, you are confident that the other side shall be there for you, but there’s a worry that maybe you are not enough. There is a lack of confidence in your own place in that space—are you just a parasitic plant using that space to dump your garbage in? Are you a good friend yourself, who can also act as a space for the other side. And here’s a beautiful complication, do you operate in that same degree or are you allowed to be different? In the sense, if you go to a person A for some B thing, is A welcome to come to you only with something like B? Are you a good person to listen to a B? What happens if you don’t want to deal with a B, or even if you do, you don’t want to listen to it from A? Are you in an equal partnership, are you doing enough for the other person? First of all, do we even want to quantify this? What purpose does it even serve, and who does it serve that purpose for?
I think this break has allowed me the space to think and rethink a lot of these things. One of the problems I faced the last semester had a lot to do with these questions. It was something that plagued my mind for the longest time and I had no way to deal with it. Even conversations with people directly did not help and sometimes, I lost the words even before I could say them. A lot of these insecurities lacked rationality—the more I tried to explain them to someone else, the more my words ran into each other and became a muddled mess. I could not explain my own reasoning for a conclusion or decision I had made, unconsciously egged on by my insecurities. And friendships and confidence become so tied into this mess, that at a point of time, I could not distinguish between what was happening and what I was thinking was happening and it ruined my mental health. Mind you, this was only ONE thing out of many things and if each made such an impact, I was paving my path to destruction with top quality concrete.
One of the realisations I have come to accept is that there can be varying degrees (in fact, it is completely expected), even between the same two parties. Varying degrees, based on time, based on place, based on people, based on a thousand different things and there’s no foolproof method to know what is the degree at what point of time. But unfamiliarity is cool and well, communication is cool too. The two parties need to be comfortable enough to admit when the degree is not working for them and be ready to solve it. It doesn’t mean that the preference is set in stone, because like I said, people change, desires change, interests change and NO ONE is to blame. All that matters is that communication channels are up and ready and they don’t collapse. And well, allow me a moment of self-indulgent pride, it is quite heartening for me to realise that I am actually helping myself instead of ruining everything for myself. That’s, after all, all I wanted especially during times when I could not help myself despite being desperately in need of it. And a small part of me is wary and doubts if I will be so confident when I am pushed back into a bad space. Part of me wants to say I won’t go back into a bad place, but that is quite unrealistic given the amount of stress that is going to inevitably fall on me. So all I can do is quite counter-intuitively pretend I am confident, in myself and my relationships, and hope that my pretence doesn’t get to be proved to be false (and a strong part of me believes that it won’t be). I have grown and I am ready for the new year to make me grow more and at this point of time, that’s all I want.
Happy New Year!
PS: As you can see, I have scrapped some of my traditions like ending with “that’s my memory for the day,” ending with a question. Also, this post is hopefully not the only kind of post I will be writing. I intend to write different kinds of things, even though I am not entirely sure what those different things are. But I want to break away from some mental restrictions of mine, starting with this blog. Keep that as my new year resolution number 1.