Wednesday 3 August 2011
leaving
funny thing when you leave. anywhere. not funny ha ha, just funny.
first of all, it's a huge step, this leaving from one place to another. might not sound like much, but sometimes it does take everything you've got to just get up and leave. anyway, more to the point, what I'm talking about is taking your whole life, with all of its stuff, and all of yours, putting them together and hoping they'll match, and just moving forward to a whole new place. that's it, as far as you're concerned.
then comes the funny part. case in point: when I left, I had this avalanche of love and good wishes and all the great thoughts one could ever wish for thrown my way by people I used to spend a lot of my time with. too much, even – in some cases. it's all tears and swearing we'll keep in touch and pledging that if you ever come to my city, please be sure to give me a call and we'll meet and we'll reminisce and it will all be great and fun, like you never left in the first place.
and then I got there. I got to my new place, my whole new place, with whole new people, a whole new language I don't really understand – but that's ok, I'm taking a break from the overwhelming cloud of shit people talked all around me – which, unfortunately I did understand.
and I wanted to share the good things in my life, right? because they all said they were gonna expect my letters, my emails, my calls and they were all so happy for me. and I shared.
what did I get back? with a very few notable exceptions: nothing. not a thing. not a hi, glad everything's fine, can't talk, busy, but be sure to keep in touch, tootles. not even that.
and I thought, ok, no problem, I'm not busy, but they are, I know they are, life is pretty hectic down there, after all, that is, in part, why I left. maybe they'll write later, whenever they can.
most of them never did. never said anything. never called, never wrote.
which begs the question: did they ever care? I'm inclined to say that they did, but can I ever be sure?
I'm not sad, not really, just a bit disappointed. this leaving thing sure helps you prioritize and comb through your circle of friends and find other names for some of them.
hmm. indeed.
first of all, it's a huge step, this leaving from one place to another. might not sound like much, but sometimes it does take everything you've got to just get up and leave. anyway, more to the point, what I'm talking about is taking your whole life, with all of its stuff, and all of yours, putting them together and hoping they'll match, and just moving forward to a whole new place. that's it, as far as you're concerned.
then comes the funny part. case in point: when I left, I had this avalanche of love and good wishes and all the great thoughts one could ever wish for thrown my way by people I used to spend a lot of my time with. too much, even – in some cases. it's all tears and swearing we'll keep in touch and pledging that if you ever come to my city, please be sure to give me a call and we'll meet and we'll reminisce and it will all be great and fun, like you never left in the first place.
and then I got there. I got to my new place, my whole new place, with whole new people, a whole new language I don't really understand – but that's ok, I'm taking a break from the overwhelming cloud of shit people talked all around me – which, unfortunately I did understand.
and I wanted to share the good things in my life, right? because they all said they were gonna expect my letters, my emails, my calls and they were all so happy for me. and I shared.
what did I get back? with a very few notable exceptions: nothing. not a thing. not a hi, glad everything's fine, can't talk, busy, but be sure to keep in touch, tootles. not even that.
and I thought, ok, no problem, I'm not busy, but they are, I know they are, life is pretty hectic down there, after all, that is, in part, why I left. maybe they'll write later, whenever they can.
most of them never did. never said anything. never called, never wrote.
which begs the question: did they ever care? I'm inclined to say that they did, but can I ever be sure?
I'm not sad, not really, just a bit disappointed. this leaving thing sure helps you prioritize and comb through your circle of friends and find other names for some of them.
hmm. indeed.
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- A bit erratic, a bit psychotic, a little calmer than when I started this, but still not out of the woods. This is kind of a diary, in more ways than one, one being that, with the exception of maybe one person (allowed), I'm the only one reading it, at least for now. Since it is of a rather personal nature, I'm not really sure anybody else would be interested anyway. If you do drop by, accidentally, enjoy and please don't mind the hormonal banter. I was "born with it."