It was the last day of work for someone at my workplace. I wasn’t originally planning on saying goodbye, but something came over me and I stopped by his desk. We shook hands and simultaneously wished each other luck. After some brief pleasantries I left the office. As I walked down the street I was kind of overcome by a little bit of grossness–not physically, but as a feeling of not having being completely truthful to myself. See, deep down inside, I didn’t wish him luck. Heck no. For most of my time at work, he’s been an ass toward me. Somehow, through words and actions it felt like he was constantly looking down on me. I haven’t been impressed at all by him, which is unfortunate.

It is what it is.

So, alright, when I wished him luck my words were pretty hollow. I was honestly going through the motions out of politeness. Heheh. Interestingly, I got the same feeling of hollowness from him. What can you do, right? We do these things out decorum. It’s the way society is. I don’t think I’d ever be in a position where simply telling off that guy would be acceptable. You know what? That’s probably a good thing. It’s a matter of diplomacy. Without the filter, more battles would be fought. More wars would start! Still man, I didn’t like the feeling of being openly dishonest and having it accepted as it was.