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'Final' is a sad word. It implies that there will be no more afterwards. That i have reached the end of the road. The end to everything. Such finality bugs me, as i imagine it does everyone else. Some say the end only means the start of something new, something exciting, something extravagant etc etc... But what they don't know is that i don't like new, or exciting, or extravagant. What i like is going through the motions of the same old routine. What i like is being in my comfort zone. What i like is things to be exactly the way they are.

And then i realize that what bugs me most is that i'll lose all these people i'm familiar with, who in turn are familiar with me. These people who know most, if not all, of my peculiarities, my weird habits and my pet peeves yet still treat me like they do any normal person. They judge, but our familiarity with each other has given us that right to judge without offense, to laugh off any judgement without hard feelings.

Where else can i find that?

Certainly not the people i will be working with in the future.

And so, the finality of this familiar arrangement we've made for ourselves is putting me down... down... down.. down... =__='