It's not over until I pull your name from my Rolodex...
The other night I was looking for an address in my overloaded Rolodex and began weeding it, tossing out old cards and coming face to face with multiple questions about the nature of relationships.
People find their way into my personal Rolodex for many reasons. There’s not too much debate about whether to pull the cards of former co-workers or neighbors that I haven’t seen in ten or more years and don’t hear from except maybe at Christmas. Which makes me wonder, does just getting a Christmas card constitute a relationship? If so, when?
Is it ever OK to consider ditching family members? There are names in the Rolodex of relatives that I’ve lost touch with. Some I get a letter from every Christmas, others an impersonal card, others nothing at all. Some will respond to me if I initiate contact with them but that’s about it.
Are they just being polite? When do I stop carrying the burden of the relationship? Or when do I stop viewing making contact first with someone as carrying the weight of the relationship? Is that what it’s all about—keeping score, wondering whether someone still likes you? Is it adolescent to care who does what—or stupid to ignore obvious signs of disinterest?
The same dynamics apply to some old college friends—the ones that drop a few lines once or twice a year but never really SAY anything or tell me about their lives. Are they friends? Will we ever revive what we once shared or is it time to admit that our relationship sputtered to a dead end a long time ago and just throw their cards away?
Then there are those folks that have gone through some major life changes or hard times and drifted off despite my attempts to reach out to them and keep them in my orbit. Can I accept that some people are too busy? Are they too stressed to even deal with or acknowledge my attempts to lend support? Are they looking to make a fresh start and rely on a new network of friends? Should I leave them alone or keep reaching out?
Weeding the Rolodex or trimming the Christmas card list painful because it involves dealing with rejection, the passing of time, life changes, and some insecurities. What went wrong—if anything? Why have these ties frayed? Why do I hang on to some people and look for excuses to cut others out of my life? The desire to be realistic in my expectations is tempered by the need for connection, not just to people but to times in my life.
In the end, after tossing out a stack of cards, I go back through the remaining ones I’m struggling with and simply turn them around so they face the wrong way. In essence, I'm putting them on hold. Turning the cards over is my way of acknowledging our failure to connect with one another right now while keeping a place in my life for them to return to.
November 6, 2006
Copyright 2006 Veronica McCabe Deschambault. All rights reserved. www.v-grrrl.com
Reader Comments (13)
This post hit home with me. I have a few of these deep conflict cards in my mental rolodex(I am way to disorganized to keep a real one). I am notorious for being able to drop off the face of the earth. This is usually when I have messed up badly...either my life, or someone elses. But on one occasion, I allowed myself to be found. and it changed my life.
If I have something to say now, I say it. I don't worry about how its recieved.I'm always preaching to my girls..the only feelings (and behaviors) you can control are your own. I have tried to stop "fooling myself" about my connections. If they aren't important, there not..no matter who the tie is to. But if they are, then they are. Even if I don't understand them. I let them be.
Very nice and topical post.
We've been friends for so long that you deserve a GOLD Rolodex card.
Last January I didn't make any New Years resolutions but I finally decided to let go of some friendships that I had either outgrown or were unhealthy for me. It was tough. Especially since one of the friendships I let go was a HS friend who I shared many important life experiences with. And unlike the other friend where I just deleted her information from my address books & blocked her e-mail (yikes that sounds so harsh once I see it in writing), this friend wanted an explaination as to why I was dissolving the friendship. This was especially difficult but in the end I feel so much better. I will always have wonderful memories of our relationship when things were good and I didn't want the current status of our friendship to poison those memories any longer.
I'm much happier knowing the friends & family I surround myself with now are those who truly care about me and my family. The ones who have constant contact with me and make the time to keep our friendship alive.
I firmly believe that the friendships we treasure are the ones we put energy & life into. And those we don't well... those are the relationships that I think deep down inside we're okay with letting go.
Doing it that way didn't make me feel like I was cutting anyone out of my life, just putting them on a backshelf if neither one of us had contacted each other in a really long time. (Of course, there were some names crossed out that I clearly shed no tears over, but others...). So it was a comfort for me to know that the old addresses, etc., were still there.
Maybe with a Rolodex you could put all the "weeded out" cards in an envelope. That way they're also "still there" for a while longer, but it's not so "in your face" as a card in the Rolodex facing the wrong way.
Great post. Reminds me that I need a new address book for my purse. (I don't like having that info on my cell phone, etc., 'cuz I always figure it might go into a black hole.)
I only delete people from my phone book if they die. I figure with the comings and goings of life, the shifts, adjustments, new places, new experiments, you never know when you'll want to call up a voice from the past...but that's just me...
I have recently successfully reconnected with friends with whom I had not been in touch for - truly - over 30 years. I have also been utterly unsuccesful and harshly rejected by a friend whose track I had lost only maybe 8 years ago. Those thing are very weird and extremely unpredictable.
Oh, and today, I was instrumental in making sure that someone who had been a poisonous colleague of mine did not get a job to which she had applied. And that person thought all along that I was a very insignificant entity in her life...
I didn't do it but for my 40th birthday year I planned to write a note to everyone in my address books as a way of seeing where all those folks in my history were now. Maybe for my 50th.