The death of the goodbye

It has come to my attention of late that the goodbye suffered a sudden death. With absolutely no warning- one possibly sunny day, who knows. The goodbye silently left us.

My favorite, just randomly stopped with the socially constructed formality and began hanging up the phone when that moment arrived that told you both, you would be going your separate ways. Its not like you don’t see it coming, but it always takes one by surprise.

The ninja bomb, a – questionably- socially acceptable behavior whereby one slips out of any given event without a goodbye to anyone. A very sneaky way to leave. I have tried it once and felt rather good about it, the second time I felt bad and went back to say my goodbyes. When googling this term the following list comes up- ninja sushi, gaming tips, ninja academy final test tips as well as lyrics to a song called- ‘My Korea’s Over’
Perhaps not such a widely accepted system.

Anyways I held a small intervention for the abuser of the non goodbye. Nothing to fancy shmancy a few a4 sized boards hand made (of course), cucumber dip…. I think he gets it. It could quite possibly be a genetic issue then obviously its not his fault hopefully the next generation will be better equipped to handle OR live in a world where the goodbye is just so over-rated.

Cead Mile Failte

His question to me was a good one. At a mac donalds in the streets of Dublin. Are you going to write about your experience of Ireland. I didn’t need much thought, no slipped out of my mouth before he had even swallowed his coffee. A writer that doesn’t want to write about one of the most incredible experiences of her existence, how strange. There are not always words I tell my best friend every birthday when her cards get shorter and shorter. Ireland for me was a journey filled with magic, see I already sound like I am writing the beginning pages of a children’s book. How hard to explain the place I feel like I have lived a thousand lives. Where tourists asked me for directions. Where the rain made me happy. Where the people are always singing. One day soon I will be able to find my words until then this is my contribution of a world within so many worlds.

sandwich thief

The years have been unkind to her, in her youth she never thought of a time she would be unable to trust her body and for that she now suffers.
The room fills and empties and again I am sitting here alone, sitting on my tongue sitting on my impatience.

The older man who sat here before eyed out the tray of sandwiches as he walked in. The dealership where my car is being serviced, kindly trying to buy the patience of their customers. By the time sandwich thief leaves three empty spaces are visible. Twice I watched him very subtlety, yet at a fast pace move in, the third time; he was lurking in the darkness and waited the right moment to bounce, I never saw him swoop in.

Another guy breathes deeply I feel his anxiety, like the rest of us he would rather not be here. His cap backwards a contradiction to the bag he is carrying, which is that of a man of business.

Time served is over back to the world where one must pay for ones own sandwiches. I didn’t indulge just for the record.