I’ve been thinking about this post for a while. It has to do with friends and how close they are. It’s a concept that I heard a long time ago. In fact, I had to go back in my blog to see if I had written about it before. Nope. But that in itself got me thinking about people who blog for a living and have pages and pages and pages – years’ worth of posts; how do you keep from getting repetitive? But I digress.
It’s the concept of “refrigerator friends”. The basic definition is that a “refrigerator friend” is a friend you’d let look in your fridge (or you would go in their fridge) if they were at your house. I’m not talking about looking like snooping, but one of those times when you’d say, “Sure, help yourself,” when they ask for a drink and they go to your fridge to get one.
Think about what is in your fridge and would you let a friend see it? You have leftovers stacked on top of each other. Bottles of condiments playing Jenga in the door. Maybe even a science experiment growing in the back. Or maybe you’re the kind of person that has the TV commercial fridge that’s absolutely perfect. If you do, this concept might not apply to you.
The idea is that if a friend is close enough to see the “junk” in your fridge then they are a true, dear friend. There are no pretensions, no fronts. I love having friends like that. It’s too much work keeping up pretensions with people who are close to me. What’s the point? Why bother? Having that open friendship allows us to laugh and cry with each other. We’re honest and caring and when troubles come, we have a place to turn.
Sure, I have acquaintances and I’ll invite them over for a party or gathering, but I may set up my house and kitchen so that they don’t look in my fridge. I mean, I do have some pride (my fridge is a mess on any given day). And I have refrigerator friends who don’t live near me any more; friends made in early childhood, school and college and beyond. That distance, though, makes no difference. If they were visiting, even if it’s been YEARS since hugging their neck last, I’d still say, “Sure, help yourself.”
I love my refrigerator friends. They are a blessing to me and mine.