I can't decide what's worse: going through the tedium of making new friends or learning how to say goodbye to old ones. How about this: is it worse to be the one left behind or to be the one who leaves? The thing is, I was never taught how to deal with farewells. Although I never planned to see Deborah off, I ended up at the airport at 9am this morning. We were laughing and joking all the way till we reached the departure gate, and because they've renovated the departure gate since the last time I'd been there, I didn't realise we were standing right outside the glass windows till we'd stopped moving. And then because Deborah, like me, finds goodbyes excruciating, she took off after a round of half-hearted hugs. Half-hearted only because she cannot deal with the implications of a meaningful embrace. Well, we have certainly had a good summer together. It just sucks to know that she won't be around in the week ahead while I am adjusting to work and am seeking comfort in the people who are near and dear. The east is less of a home without her. But this is also about her, I know that she is going ahead to live out her dream, and likewise she will be in a new environment--only all by herself. I look forward to hearing from her again in a couple of days when she's arrived and settled in. Stupida woman, if you ever read this, I am so sad that you have left, but I hope all goes well for you and that you find everything you want and more. God bless you always.

posted by beautiful at 8:29 pm

I made an important discovery today. Sometimes, girls can be very territorial. Especially when it comes to their love interests. It doesn't matter what form or title these take: fuck buddies, lovers, flings, boyfriends, crushes, guys they're exclusively dating (or not)--it all comes down to one thing. If a girl actually likes a guy, it's Hands Bloody Off to everyone else.

posted by beautiful at 10:51 am