I must be getting old.
I read a goodbye card today from a good friend and was surprised at the tears that suddenly sprung up! It has been ages since I cried saying goodbye. The last time I did, I distinctly remembered it, simply because it seldom happens to me. This is not to say that I have a heart of stone—though I have been (unfairly, though teasingly) accused at times by people who don’t really know me. I guess the reason why I don’t break down into tears whenever I say goodbye is because…hmmm….come to think of it, I also don’t know why exactly. The reason must be hidden deep in the inner recesses of the subconscious. But just because I am hard put to think of a reason doesn’t mean I don’t know what the reasons are not.
Not crying my goodbyes doesn’t mean:
--I can’t wait to get away from this person/place.
--I don’t value the friendship and the time spent with this person/place.
--I am cold and unfeeling.
--I only have shallow, inconsequential relationships where goodbyes have no impact.
--my heart is not right.
--I have no tear ducts.
--I have some deep psychological issues about attachments.
--I don’t need anyone.
--I am impatient to move on (which some of you might have an impression of after this post).
--I don’t care enough.
Well, I guess that’s enough negatives for one post. Anyway, it seems things have changed. Age supposedly does that to you. Well, the fact that I have to stretch my hand out further just to read something clearly should prove the age theory. Figuratively, this might be true as well for goodbyes—the further a memory gets, the clearer it might become.