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Later. What is it about this infinitely open ended 5 letter word that makes it inflict both comfort and frustration at the same time?
"Talk to you Later."
"I'll call you Later."
"I'll do my summer reading Later."
Later.
When is Later anyway?
Later can be 5 minutes, 3 hours, 2 weeks, or even never.
"Never? But Later implies that something will occur eventually."
Au contraire.
Later is the empty promise of a phone call that you know will never happen. Later is the assurance that you really will make plans to get together sometime but, oh, not right now because you're too busy.
Later is simply a false shred of hope.
Whatever happened to living for the "here and now"? The spontaneous approach to living may not work for many, but a simple "Yes, I'd love to hang out with you, are you free Wednesday afternoon?" is much less frustrating than "Later." Later leaves you hanging like that expensive shirt in your closet that you swore you really would wear someday. Later is tossed around casually like the money that you carelessly squandered because your friends promised that they really would pay you back eventually.
Later.
Who would have thought that such a small word could change someone's actions so drastically? Later is the looming promise of a minuscule pay raise that makes you decide not to quit your job. Later is the game that you will never play with your brother, a story that you will never hear, or a response from a person you care about- 4 hours after they were supposed to hang out with you- that you know will never come. Later is when all of these turbulent and unresolved feelings will finally go away.
I hate Later. Know what else I hate? I hate when people don't keep promises. I hate when I can't say what's on my mind. I hate when I beat around the bush. I hate when good things come to an end. I hate when things that end weren't good in the first place. I hate having to be the one to end things.
There are a lot of things I hate.
Maybe I'll write more about them Later.
"Talk to you Later."
"I'll call you Later."
"I'll do my summer reading Later."
Later.
When is Later anyway?
Later can be 5 minutes, 3 hours, 2 weeks, or even never.
"Never? But Later implies that something will occur eventually."
Au contraire.
Later is the empty promise of a phone call that you know will never happen. Later is the assurance that you really will make plans to get together sometime but, oh, not right now because you're too busy.
Later is simply a false shred of hope.
Whatever happened to living for the "here and now"? The spontaneous approach to living may not work for many, but a simple "Yes, I'd love to hang out with you, are you free Wednesday afternoon?" is much less frustrating than "Later." Later leaves you hanging like that expensive shirt in your closet that you swore you really would wear someday. Later is tossed around casually like the money that you carelessly squandered because your friends promised that they really would pay you back eventually.
Later.
Who would have thought that such a small word could change someone's actions so drastically? Later is the looming promise of a minuscule pay raise that makes you decide not to quit your job. Later is the game that you will never play with your brother, a story that you will never hear, or a response from a person you care about- 4 hours after they were supposed to hang out with you- that you know will never come. Later is when all of these turbulent and unresolved feelings will finally go away.
I hate Later. Know what else I hate? I hate when people don't keep promises. I hate when I can't say what's on my mind. I hate when I beat around the bush. I hate when good things come to an end. I hate when things that end weren't good in the first place. I hate having to be the one to end things.
There are a lot of things I hate.
Maybe I'll write more about them Later.