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I bid you farewell...

Why do men feel the need to lie? Why do they feel the need to do this even when you are no longer in the midst of an all out emotional and ethical war with the feelings you have for each other and the feelings you aren't supposed to acknowledge as existing?

Simply stated for all to read, never ever, EVER EVER, EVER EVER EVER get into a relationship with someone you work with, but I digress.

Is it some instinctual or biological function, some chemical release that creates a constancy of the need for you to tell me something that is so far from the truth that if we were in the same room we both would be thinking "wow that's a liar" with an accompanying expression plastered on our faces.

I ask this because of the "departure". So the certain someone whom shall remain anonymous, whom should have remained a coworker sees me in the hall, this is followed by brief, work related small talk as I'd hope to keep it as such and then the departure

Example 1:
Me: Ok see you later.
Anonymous:Ok, I'll call you
Me (Thinking to myself): Have we come to this, the unnecessary lie...again

He never called when he said he would, when it mattered, when I wanted to hear him on the other end of my phone. Now that it doesn't matter he still would not call and that is with no relevance or consequence because I don't long to hear his voice on the other end of my phone.

I ponder, does it make the male feel better, more well adjusted, a minute margin more content that he leaves with the false impression that our communication is still something that I need, desire, and or want to complement the happiness of my day? Yes I like that we can still look each other in the face, it does make for a smoother work environment but really are all the dramatics necessary.

Example 2:
Ending a phone call, solely related to the status of a common student
Me: Ok Bye.
Anonymous: Alright, I'll see you around the building.
Me (Thinking to myself): I'm sensing a pattern

You won't see me around, as a matter of fact you rarely ever see me around. And when you do it amazingly always turns into a "why I hate my job" fest or an "if I see you around other people I must act as if I am completely unaffected by your existence" fest. I don't do festivals, especially not in your honor.

What a girl needs is a little blatant honesty. No beating around the busy, I'm not a bird in the hand or otherwise. I need a man to accept that what is done is definitely that. I want the maturity of an adult interaction, I want you to forget who we were and what you thought and just live in what is right now. Let us depart on honesty for once, where you're not saying what you think I want to hear because no one knows the wishes of my mind; yet I wish you happiness, I wish you great success, but most of all I wish you knew how to say goodbye.

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