Monday, October 8, 2012

What Are We To Each Other

I don't dare label us as friends, because I'm not even sure I know what friendship is anymore. I have so many different layers of acquaintanceship, but no-one I consider to be a friend. And I see the people I know, more on a scale of gradients than any set categories; there is barely-not-strangers down here, and then you jump up to civil-acquaintances-but-we-don't-talk, and above that is we-can-hold-a-conversation-but-we-don't-have-anything-in-common. Certainly, I suppose if I was forced to divide up groups, then they'd be sub-categorized like that, but I don't. Just like when you look at a rainbow, it doesn't go red, then orange, then yellow; there aren't strict lines between the colors, but a steady gradient, where they mesh and blend and become something that isn't red or orange, but numerous shades and hues in between.

Acquaintances. Friends. Confidants. Dating. Lovers. Significant others.

I don't have any of these. I have people I know and people I don't know. Those are the only two solid categories, and within them are enormous gradients. Like all gradients, it just takes a little extra color to slide up the scale into (what would be for anyone else) "the next stage in our relationship."

But to me, it's all the same. You're still someone I know.

What am I to you?

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