Oblivion

"The last time I saw her, she was headed for oblivion."

Finals over, the term is over. I have successfully negotiated my academic career this term, and helped a few others in the process.  I have a few people that call themselves my friends, and have yet to burn any bridges with classmates.  I think I can call this a success.

Now for the farewells.  I have been called the most open-minded person (in our class) and I'd like to think this is true.  I'd like to think I am laid back and unreactive to most things, despite most recent current events that I attribute to homesickness and stress.  I think I play down most things that are inconsequential, although always watchful and aware of the angles.  I am direct and forward about my thoughts, and the things that matter to me.  And parting from my friends matters to me.

I don't play it down and I don't dismiss it.  I will cry when I tell you goodbye; I will tell you I love you, my friends; I will want my last words in person with you to be true and heartfelt as an affirmation of the good that you have brought into my life.

I take offense when I am told to play those things down.  I am not a drama-queen, but certain things need to be known and felt with full emotion.  I embrace my emotion, for if I did not, I would not be myself.  This makes me come off as intense and yeah, creepy.  If my friends, the mad ones, the fabulous roman candles, can take my dangerous, as I can take theirs, I say we are golden against anything incoming.  And if you cannot confirm that we are friends, that we are golden against the incoming, then we are not friends and I have lost a great deal.

So to my friends, the mad ones, the fabulous roman candles, the ones that call themselves my friends I say to you:  I love you, thank you for being here with me.  Thank you for weathering me; you are important to me.  I will miss you acutely, utterly.  And I will see you again.

And it will be epic.

Have a great summer people.