“I’m not here to make friends” is the modern reality-TV show mantra. Someone has to scream it at least once per series, and usually they are the person I like the most. In this year’s Big Brother, it was the turn of the former basketball pro Kieran McLeod.
In an age where everyone wants to be adored — where we measure success in terms of Instagram likes, Facebook friends and retweets — not wanting friends seems audacious.
Yet the less somebody claims to want mates, the more I find myself attracted to them. At least you can be sure they won’t ever lie to you. What would be the point?
I think we have too many friends now. I really do. I’m not just talking about the 200 on Facebook, the 7,000 on Twitter and 250 on Instagram, but the ones in real life I actually know. The ones I’ve accumulated from school, university, and years of moving between cities, flats and jobs, to whom I’m always optimistically saying “we’ve got to meet up!” — knowing we won’t.
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