Right, I can put this subject off no longer; I'm going to have to talk about saying goodbye to people. Actually I'm pretty sure that I could put this subject off for as long as I wanted, its just that I've been struggling to think of a topic this week, and I'm a few glasses of red to the good, and so the subject of "Farewell's" has finally strayed into the cross hair's.
As you've probably guessed already, the title really is a bit of a give-away, I really am not one for sentimental partings. For example, the day my parents dropped me off in my halls they barely had time to help get my kit into my room before I was shooing them out again with a vague promise to see them again at Christmas. That, as far as I was concerned, was that. I was from that moment on my own, in my territory, and I had said everything that needed to be said. Now I find, as the start date for BRNC looms ever closer, I am saying more and more goodbyes and I still adopt to the same philosophy; short and sweet, its not the end of the world right?
Maybe it comes from having a family scattered across the country? You'd think that because we don't get to see each other much that our goodbye's would be long ones but you'd be wrong. If we spend countless hours making farewell speeches, we'd be late onto the roads and then we'd end up stuck on the M25 at rush hour, and do you have any idea what that's like?! I'm afraid that I can't come up with a particularly creative metaphor at the moment so I'll just say this; its bloody boring!
So, long sentimental goodbye's waste time that could otherwise be employed doing something productive; in recent weeks that something has been kit preparation, but for three years it was things such as party's, Tekken/COD tournaments, and on occasion even things like dissertations and deadlines. However, there is an irony here to my philosophy, and it is a truly great one.
The great irony is that the past six weeks or so have been the longest, most drawn out goodbye I have ever said to anyone. Please note how I did not state that it was emotional, if any of you who read this knew that I was getting emotional about saying goodbye to you then that would be a weakness you could use to your advantage! Wait. Hang on. I just admitted that I was emotional when seeing you all...bugger....I digress, forget what I said.
The point I'm driving at, I suppose, is that its not until that you are in a position where a long, emotional goodbye is almost inevitable, that you realise why people spend time saying them. And in the final irony, apart from that pointless paragraph which I told you to forget about, this post has been one long goodbye in itself.
HYPOCRISY, THY NAME IS "JIM ROBSON!"
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