Nearing the End

You can learn a lot about a person by the way he says good-bye. Which is a kind of pointless observation, because by the time people are saying good-bye, there is no longer the opportunity to get to know them better. Nonetheless, just thought I'd throw it out there.

As people are leaving for the summer and moving away, good-byes are more freqent (hello, Captain Obvious) but there's a strange feeling of fakery to these farewells. Because I'm not moving anywhere, it doesn't seem real for me, so I say good-bye with a smile and a wave, while I'm met with tears and hugs.

Here's the honest truth: no matter how much I care about a person, and enjoy being in his company, I probably won't miss him for more than a week. There. I said it. I am fully prepared for the onslaught of distress. But let's be truthful; people are in a large supply in this world, and it's easy to replace one friend with another. Not another the same, and not to hold the same place in the heart, but for confiding, joking, and passing time with.

Well, that was a rather callous entry, wasn't it? I owe it to the largely empty and odd-smelling ResComp. HEre's hoping (but doubting) that my new computer is waiting for me at home.