don't do it. you know that thing you do at the end of every segment of your life? say goodbye to your friends, promising that you'll never forget them, how they'll always be there for you, how you'll meet up regularly and tell each other when you get boyfriends? well don't do it. screw it, im telling you its horseshit. its utterly perplexing why people do it.
all that hugging, that crying, that whining is bull. you'll get over it in an instant. and so will everybody else so don't bloody create a messy shin dig. accept the fact that it ends where it ends, you're never going to see 95% percent of these people again (voluntarily). you hug and weep and lie about how lonely its going to be not seeing their face everyday. let's face it, it really isn't all that lonely, is it? people move on with their lives almost immediately. that's how we're designed, that's how it works and that's how it should be... we hate faster than we love. we forget faster than we remember.
BUT AH! truth be told, you don't just simply thrust these acquaintances to the back of your minds. you prepare yourself to never meet them ever again and when you do meet them again by some divine encounter of absolute chance, you absolutely DREAD seeing these people again. admit it, you do... its thoroughly awkward and you'd much rather spend that time spent in awkward silence trapped in trench somewhere, counting the number of maggots that pass you by. and when you do talk to to them, awful AWFUL little memories of the past that's better left forgotten in your awkward teenhood comes up in inevitable small talk (we remeber my stand on small talk, don't we?) . its like a little midget crawled into your brain through your ears and picks away at your brain, bringing up excruciatingly mundane recollections of "THOSE times spent together".
so, really, don't do it... its pathetic, hypocritical and you're probably not going to mean it the very next week (or the very next instant). you're not going sodding cry rivers for the rest of your lives without them, nor are you going LEAP AND FUCKING BOUND with pure saccharine sweet bliss, squealing "i missed you!!!! <3<3" size="1">[as opposed to "omgawd im really going to miss the way we etc etc *cue to cry *cue to whine"] for that matter. why not just be honest and stick with: "it was an experience knowing you, i hope you amount to something in life so that i can spend my pathetic life telling everyone who'd listen that i know you when you're in the papers", because, really, that's all the "relationship" you want to be having with them.
perhaps its because i think that way that i have never cried or made humungous fusses during partings. you never really know how much (or how little) you're going to miss someone's presence in your life until some time after. pretending that that you do, (and [SURPRISE!!] its a lot) really just pisses people (me) off ([SURPRISE!!] its a LOT too). what ive learnt is that i shouldn't force myself to play along (which results in a conveniently significant drop in sickly hi-bye, touch and go acquaintances).
aha! which brings me to: if you make me hug you (and we're not all that close, nor ever will be in this or any other lifetime or form), i will imagine digging your eyeballs out with a tablespoon and using them as mufflers to deafen out the screams you'll be making when i use a butter knife to dig out your liver and kidneys. NOW imagine what i'd be imagining if we've never spoken a word to each other in all our encounters AND THEN you came over and gave me one of those "i'll miss you (not really)" hugs. i REALLY refrain from giving out unnecessary hugs (parting or otherwise) unless i mean it and i want to convey my deepest sincerest love/affections towards the hugee. they're practically worth money i tellya...
well that's the end of this post that's directed in tackling those nagging issues of false intimacy i have with some people and the world in general. really brings out some intimacy issues dunnit?
all that hugging, that crying, that whining is bull. you'll get over it in an instant. and so will everybody else so don't bloody create a messy shin dig. accept the fact that it ends where it ends, you're never going to see 95% percent of these people again (voluntarily). you hug and weep and lie about how lonely its going to be not seeing their face everyday. let's face it, it really isn't all that lonely, is it? people move on with their lives almost immediately. that's how we're designed, that's how it works and that's how it should be... we hate faster than we love. we forget faster than we remember.
BUT AH! truth be told, you don't just simply thrust these acquaintances to the back of your minds. you prepare yourself to never meet them ever again and when you do meet them again by some divine encounter of absolute chance, you absolutely DREAD seeing these people again. admit it, you do... its thoroughly awkward and you'd much rather spend that time spent in awkward silence trapped in trench somewhere, counting the number of maggots that pass you by. and when you do talk to to them, awful AWFUL little memories of the past that's better left forgotten in your awkward teenhood comes up in inevitable small talk (we remeber my stand on small talk, don't we?) . its like a little midget crawled into your brain through your ears and picks away at your brain, bringing up excruciatingly mundane recollections of "THOSE times spent together".
so, really, don't do it... its pathetic, hypocritical and you're probably not going to mean it the very next week (or the very next instant). you're not going sodding cry rivers for the rest of your lives without them, nor are you going LEAP AND FUCKING BOUND with pure saccharine sweet bliss, squealing "i missed you!!!! <3<3" size="1">[as opposed to "omgawd im really going to miss the way we etc etc *cue to cry *cue to whine"] for that matter. why not just be honest and stick with: "it was an experience knowing you, i hope you amount to something in life so that i can spend my pathetic life telling everyone who'd listen that i know you when you're in the papers", because, really, that's all the "relationship" you want to be having with them.
perhaps its because i think that way that i have never cried or made humungous fusses during partings. you never really know how much (or how little) you're going to miss someone's presence in your life until some time after. pretending that that you do, (and [SURPRISE!!] its a lot) really just pisses people (me) off ([SURPRISE!!] its a LOT too). what ive learnt is that i shouldn't force myself to play along (which results in a conveniently significant drop in sickly hi-bye, touch and go acquaintances).
aha! which brings me to: if you make me hug you (and we're not all that close, nor ever will be in this or any other lifetime or form), i will imagine digging your eyeballs out with a tablespoon and using them as mufflers to deafen out the screams you'll be making when i use a butter knife to dig out your liver and kidneys. NOW imagine what i'd be imagining if we've never spoken a word to each other in all our encounters AND THEN you came over and gave me one of those "i'll miss you (not really)" hugs. i REALLY refrain from giving out unnecessary hugs (parting or otherwise) unless i mean it and i want to convey my deepest sincerest love/affections towards the hugee. they're practically worth money i tellya...
well that's the end of this post that's directed in tackling those nagging issues of false intimacy i have with some people and the world in general. really brings out some intimacy issues dunnit?
