Friday, May 20, 2005 A.D.
Many Happy Trails
Most people hate goodbyes... I don't. I do hate the period leading up to certain goodbye and the period after that. As much as I always tried to make sure that I keep goodbyes memorable, they hardly ever leave significant imprints on my mind.
It's natural, I think. We always dread the actual act of saying goodbye that when the exact moment comes, it doesn't always live up to the anticipation. That day will still feel like a regular one, if you were expecting something else. I'll borrow from a previous piece and state that life isn't a string of exclamation points. We always look out for these major events that sometimes we overlook the regular day-to-day occurrences. Life is more often than not punctuated by periods. It's natural for us to never forget exclamatory events, but it's the boring everyday drivel that we will miss. We look back to birthdays, deaths and anniversaries but we almost always dwell on past routines longer. I sometimes miss college, but I sure as hell do not miss graduation day.
I remember feeling my worst after a couple of goodbye incidents. In fact, I probably felt so bad preparing how to say goodbye properly (if there is such a thing) that I was caught unaware at just how worse it can get after. Life as I knew it had to change, and I remembered the five stages of coping, finding out that I was probably better off not knowing those stages because I kept flitting from one stage to the next when I should have been going through them in sequence. I won't be in denial next week. No, really.
Most people hate goodbyes... I don't. I dread them. I do like to believe, however, that this episode is necessary for us to be meeting again. Given how small the world has become, that is probably as certain as the boss man trimming his facial hair.
Goodbye then. I like to think that those years and months weren't spent merely to lead up to a memorable last day, but to a memorable stay. I'm not good at goodbyes... I'm not good at a lot of things, for that matter, so I'll just go on the record as to officially saying that I will miss the lot of you. That's more than you can get out of me on a regular day (which today is, of course). No exclamation points here. This is already my best attempt at a proper goodbye, but it is at best temporary because we will be meeting again soon. Period.
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It's natural, I think. We always dread the actual act of saying goodbye that when the exact moment comes, it doesn't always live up to the anticipation. That day will still feel like a regular one, if you were expecting something else. I'll borrow from a previous piece and state that life isn't a string of exclamation points. We always look out for these major events that sometimes we overlook the regular day-to-day occurrences. Life is more often than not punctuated by periods. It's natural for us to never forget exclamatory events, but it's the boring everyday drivel that we will miss. We look back to birthdays, deaths and anniversaries but we almost always dwell on past routines longer. I sometimes miss college, but I sure as hell do not miss graduation day.
I remember feeling my worst after a couple of goodbye incidents. In fact, I probably felt so bad preparing how to say goodbye properly (if there is such a thing) that I was caught unaware at just how worse it can get after. Life as I knew it had to change, and I remembered the five stages of coping, finding out that I was probably better off not knowing those stages because I kept flitting from one stage to the next when I should have been going through them in sequence. I won't be in denial next week. No, really.
Most people hate goodbyes... I don't. I dread them. I do like to believe, however, that this episode is necessary for us to be meeting again. Given how small the world has become, that is probably as certain as the boss man trimming his facial hair.
Goodbye then. I like to think that those years and months weren't spent merely to lead up to a memorable last day, but to a memorable stay. I'm not good at goodbyes... I'm not good at a lot of things, for that matter, so I'll just go on the record as to officially saying that I will miss the lot of you. That's more than you can get out of me on a regular day (which today is, of course). No exclamation points here. This is already my best attempt at a proper goodbye, but it is at best temporary because we will be meeting again soon. Period.
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Let's not say goodbye, but 'see you again soon'.
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