I was watching season 1 of some comedy on youtube earlier. When i finished i was surfing around and i clicked on some suggested video links on youtube. I ended up watching the final scene of Friends’ final season, the bit where the friends were in Monica’s apartment empty of furniture. It was the last time they were in the apartment and they were all leaving their keys behind on the kitchen counter.
I find that bit utterly heart wrenching. Partly because Friends is such a long series, ranging over ten seasons; i became rather attached to the characters. I remember that when i finally did finish watching the last season, i think i was a little depressed. It was over like so suddenly. The day of entertaining mirth from watching the series was suddenly over and there’s was a distinct feeling of having nothing to do.
This marriage thingy, a union of two persons, seem to break up more people then it unites. Friends who become married, are not unlike the last scene in Friends; there’ll be less time to spend with friends as time becomes devoted to spouse, children.
Anyway, i am suddenly reminded of what Ooi said in KL, at sis YyY’s wedding dinner. The table i was at consisted of mostly Malaysians. He said (referring to the table of Malaysians), “We all live in KL, very close to each other, but hardly meet up at all.”. Though i’m not sure why his words keep ringing in my head. It simply does. I guess distance in relationships are not measured by proximity.
Anyway, my thoughts drifted again after thinking about what Ooi said. Friends’ last scene was not unlike the time when i was in Gippy when i was among the last to leave the campus hostel. Almost everyone had left and the place was mostly empty and the only thing that was loud was the silence. I’m someone who likes the quietness of the wee hours of morning, so it’s quite unusual for me to be unsettled by the empty campus dormitories.
Then my thoughts drifted again. This time it was my last day in Gippy. I was leaving earlier than almost everyone else. Somehow, it felt like i was like.. ditching people behind. That i didn’t stay longer was like.. a kind of betrayal somehow. Yep, it feels bleak to leave last, and feels traitorous to be among the few earliest to leave.
I’ve no idea how these thoughts relate to each other, but that’s roughly the order which i thought about them. Ok, that’s about all, ciao.
Goodbyes are always emotional, more so than hellos