Today my mom strutted about to show off her newly lost weight, then proceeded to tell me I smell like curry. I think she is getting cocky.
Is it stupid to be sad because I dont feel sad--at all? Or to suspect that to most of the few people I actually got a chance to meet before I left, the 2 minutes spent saying goodbye to me were a meaningless, obligatory footnote in an otherwise somber and significant day? I guess at the end of the year, when time is scarce and friends are prioritized, is when I realize that the people who actually have time for me are fewer and farther between than I would like to have thought.