So, maybe I'm not built to be a roadie.
I jumped off tour to return to my previous, more stationary life.
In the process, I had to break away from new friends I bonded quickly with. Living together, working together, eating together, kind of showering together, sleeping together (quiet your minds – on a bus in separate bunks) will get you close to your colleagues fast.
I hate goodbyes.
Hellos are so much more exciting and satisfying, filled with newness, mystery and clean slates.
Even when the exit is desired from a specific situation, relationship, job or even a dinner party – uttering the words that traditionally signal "aufedersein" to people that I have a connection with is highly difficult for me.
I stutter at the anticipation of the "buh-bye" moment. I falter to find the words to encapsulate everything I want to say, unlike in an email where I can get everything out in one screen shot. I find myself wanting to hit the send button in order to evade the in-person parting moment altogether.
The more difficult the departure, the awkwardness multiplies and avoidance ensues. I shudder at the ditch dance from lunches with friends, cocktail parties or family get-togethers. I'd rather just disappear.
Although many "so longs" are bittersweet, filled with conflicting sparks spanning the emotional spectrum, the sadness of relinquishing anyone or anything seems to triumph over the joy of whatever lies ahead – at least temporarily.
Although I used to crave the chaos and unexpectedness that comes with change, my almost 36 years have quieted that urge for upheaval. The most transition I desire now is adjusting to taking an extra inch off my bangs.
I am sure this is a product of a childhood filled with constant traveling back and forth between states and households, losing close family members too early and an inborn heightened dramatic flair for everything, but the background psychology is insignificant once the residual baggage rears its subconscious head when I am forced to bid "adieu."
Farewells just aren't any fun in any form with any words or measures to ease the foreboding friction from the consequence of proclaiming the dreaded phrase. I've been advised to say, "See you later!" amongst other euphemisms as less final alternatives, but synonyms and circumlocution don't dull the sting. There is no "breaking bad news in a good way."
When I punk out of your party without a trace or vanish sans proper passage, please know it really is so hard for me to say "goodbye."
Okay, I'm confused. Is she saying that this is her last column on OMC or is she saying goodbye to roadie-ing?
Please clarify. Thanks.
I really enjoy your columns. I hope you're only saying goodbye to the tour & not OnMilwaukee.com.
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