…Some are around
here all the time, and yet, you are sure you could do without them, too. And
some stop by occasionally, unannounced and, at times undesired, and still. You’re
glad to see them again. Especially those you said goodbye to a long time ago.
And you meant it too. But some of them are incredibly tough and you seem to cannot
shake them off of you. I really dislike that type. They remind me of how fake I
am when I say goodbye to people. I enjoy making a whole drama out of it. And then,
it gives me such pleasure to have them back from time to time. “Just a quick hi,”
they say. And in a matter of seconds, I utter a quick hello back. And it spoils
the magnificent halo of formality between us. We’re back to where we were ages
ago. That also reminds me of how malleable, insignificant and debatable time
is. Sure, a lot of time has passed since we said goodbye. And yet again, for a
moment we’re back a couple of years in time. And the men of science claim one
cannot travel through time. I think we mastered that skill a long time ago. At
about the time we started interacting with one another. Anyway, it’s good and
it’s bad. Having them back. Having them remind of you of what once was. And you
feel tempted to compare it to what is today. It rarely feels worse. Usually, it
appears to be better than what you have now. Actually, it’s the uncertainty of
living and that old thing many of us claim we don’t feel – insecurity - which
prevent you from seeing how great what you have now is. Okay, perhaps we’re not
friends any more. But surely we are something. You don’t show up like that for
no reason. Maybe we should come up with a name for it, you know? The name for
those occasional incomers who disturb the present by raking up the past. True,
we’re not friends. But…I’m just thinking…could we not label it? Leave it as it
is? Does that sound possible at all? Well. Let’s be conventional. Practical.
What we have is what most people call “friendship” nowadays anyway. Labelling is
just a petty custom, isn’t it? There. Stop by whenever, I’m not going to call
you a friend of mine, you’re going to stay unnamed; but, you know.
