A faraway friend is someone you grew up with or went to school with or lived in the same town as until one of you moved away. Without a faraway friend, you would never get any mail addressed in handwriting. A faraway friend calls late at night, invites you to her wedding, always says she is coming to visit but rarely shows up. An actual visit from a faraway friend is a cause for celebration and binges of all kinds.
Faraway friends go through phases of intense communication, then may be out of touch for many months. Either way, the connection is always there. A conversation with your faraway friend always helps to put your life in perspective: When you feel you've hit a dead end, come to a confusing fork in the road, the advice of the faraway friend---who has the big picture, who is so well acquainted with the route that brought you to this place---is indispensable.
Another useful function of the faraway friend is to help you remember things from a long time ago, like the name of your seventh grade history teacher, what was in that really good stir-fry, or exactly what happened that night on the boat with the guys from Florida.
Ah, the former friend. A sad thing. At best a wistful memory, at worst a dangerous enemy who is in possession of many of your deepest secrets. But what was it that drove you apart? A misunderstanding, a betrayed confidence, an unrepaid loan, an ill-conceived flirtation. A poor choice of spouse can do in a friendship just like that. Going into business together can be a serious mistake. Time, money, distance, cult religions: all noted friendship killers. You quit doing drugs, you are not such good friends with your dealer anymore.
And lest we forget, there are the friends you love to hate. They call at inopportune times. They say stupid things. They butt in, they boss you around, the embarrass you in public, they invite themselves over. They take advantage. You've done the best you can, but they need professional help. On top of all this, they love you to death and are convinced they are your best friends on the planet.
So why do you continue to be involved with these people? Why do you tolerate them? On the contrary, the real question is, what would you do without them? Without friends you love to hate, there would be nothing to talk about with your other friends. Their problems and their irritating stunts provide a reliable source of conversation for everyone they know. What's more, friends you love to hate make you feel good about yourself, since you are obviously in so such better shape than they are. No matter what these people do, you will never get rid of them. As much as they need you, you need them too.
At the other end of the spectrum are hero friends. These people are better than the rest of us, that's all there is to it. Their career is something you wanted to be when you grew up---painter, forest ranger, tireless doer of good. They have beautiful homes filled with special handmade things presented to them by villagers in the remote areas they have visited in their extensive travels. Yet, they are modest. They never gossip. They are always helping others, especially those who have suffered a death in the family or an illness. You should think people like this would just make you sick, but somehow they don't.
A new friend is a tonic unlike any other. Say you meet her at a party. In your bowling league. At a Japanese conversation class, perhaps. Wherever, whenever, there's that spark of recognition. The first time you talk, you can't believe how much you have in common. Suddenly, your life story is interesting again, your insights fresh, your opinion valued. Your various shortcomings are as yet completely invisible.
It's almost like falling in love.