Fools’ April: GOODBYES
I wondered how long a person stays in anothers’ life in terms of friendship, and today I’ve realised after one of the most dearest had left for the Eastern States, not long. The reality of it is starting to sink into me, knowing how far he is from me with someone he barely knows from work. We were all thinking about getting drunk and stoned before the leaving date, but the whole suggestion collapsed because of a very early flight the next day when the world is still dark as a bruise and still sound asleep. I don’t whether or to be sad or angry or feel nothing at all like I usually do at these things, letting them heal over. I didn’t even get a chance to say, “Goodbye, have a nice trip…” and so forth, knowing inside, what I really wanted to say was, You’re doing something, really, really stupid for someone your age and nobody is happy about it, me included. And I was reminiscing about doing the whole “road trip” thing. Too late now. I wouldn’t be surprised if he wanted to crawl back, even if this was what he was planning to do for most of his life. Well, all I have to say is goodbye, you idiotic, vain turd-wad! My karma has just killed your dogma, waiting to strike at you by a thousand-fold attack of pure, unadulterated bad luck, buddy!