today, a friend left her position at work. i found out yesterday. here’s the funny thing. i never really considered her a friend…just a girl i knew at work, who i speak to on occasion. however, it seems that when someone is leaving the company, all of a sudden, you forget all the stupid shit that happened between the two of you in the years past, and you only remember the jokes you’ve shared…it’s stupid if you really think about it. she got all teary eye’d when she hugged me goodbye, and told me she’ll miss me terribly. of course i told her the same thing…for the most part only to be nice. she was cool…just not really my type of person to hang out with. i’ve always wondered about her though…on more than one occasion, she’s been all touchy feely with me…funny isn’t it?
can’t help but think back to high school…you know, right before you graduate. no matter how much you hated someone, all of a sudden when you’re leaving school, everyone is your friend…you had fond memories of everyone…even though you hated that person for4 years. if you read back in your old yearbook, how many entries say “i’m going to miss you…you were such a good friend…we’ll definitely get together and hang out!” let’s break down that sentence:
i’m going to miss you - okay, why would you miss me? you never spoke to me in the last 4 years we went to the same school…as a matter of fact, you and i hated each other and did everything we could to avoid each other in a school of less than 1000. so why the hell would you miss me again?
you were such a good friend - okay…you and i have spoken on a handful of occasions…we are acquaintences at best…never friends. why are you calling me a good friend?!
we’ll definitely get together and hang out - yeah…let’s go with that idea. i can’t stand to be in the same room as you for longer than 2 minutes at one time…you think i’m going to voluntarily call you, or answer your call…and subject myself to your mindless drivel?! hang out…more like i’d hang you from the nearest tree and go out to have a drink myself…
but alas, i gave her a hug…rubbed her arm and told her good luck with everything that she’s going to in the future…and don’t forget to give me a call if she’s in the neighborhood and we’ll go grab a bite to eat…or a drink…funny isn’t it? or is it hypocritical? at what point do you look at yourself in the mirror and call yourself a liar??
something to chew on?
~ciao