No good bye.Bad bad bye :/

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What is so good about goodbye huh?There is absolutely nothing so good about it.If you added good to a hello/hi/morning /evening etc. , atleast it makes some sense.This person is going away,probably for long.What is so good about it?What?What?I don't know about others...but I SIMPLY HATE SAYING GOODBYE...provided I like you somewhat.If I don't I might say goodbye before hello..never know.

It is easier to say hi any day, than saying bye.From a simple Skype conversation with your family to saying bye to your sister as she leaves.... to come back home only after a year( though in some cases its quite relieving to say bye to the person and get rid off  them.)I would rather walk up to somebody I have never spoken to and say hi and start a conversation...than say bye to anyone...even over chat (which is also probably why if I start saying bye to anyone I am talking to at 10:15 pm... I probably log off only at 11:45 pm..)

It is a fact.I am a better ice breaker than a conversation breaker.I hate saying goodbye...unless I hate you more.I would rather talk to people about the weather,about politics,about anything on the planet....than say goodbye.Probably how I end up wasting a lot of time as well.But I just can't do it.Why would I stop a conversation when I know it can go indefinitely...

Going to pick someone up...that I love.The whole waiting time,even if it is hours...I am ok with it.Atleast I know the luggage has goodies for me :P Yes,I will be the porter,the anything as long as there is the promise of stuff for me!Thats the story when they arrive.Then they leave.They leave you behind.They move on.
That crunching feeling when I travel to the station/airport to send someone off....hate it especially if it is my mom or sister.If I could sneak into your luggage,trust me I would.
Another thing about sendoffs ofcourse is the nostalgia and advice sessions,especially if you have been fortunate/unfortunate enough to have been born in a multiple uncle-auntie-d family.
"Be a good girl..."
"Promise me the next time  I visit..."
"As soon as I get home..."
Unkept promises.Unmade ones (hehe crossed fingers all the way to the airport ....)Everyone who I have dropped at the airport so far....I doubt they realise that besides that empty feeling I have to travel with all the way home..the house is a whole lot emptier as well.Why do you have to make your presence so awesome and your absence so unmistakable??Why?

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