Believe Me

[Rupert Giles]

"Believe me I don't want to go:
And it'll grieve me 'cause I love you so...
But we both know..."

Yeah.  Right.  Off the top of my head I can count the people in this world I give two shits for on my fingers and toes.  But that's not what this is about.

Today, I woke up and looked around my bedroom and I felt old.  I felt tired.  I'm in such a state of ennui that I've just grown tired of being, period.  And that's why this is here.  To quote Bilbo, "I don't know half of you half as well as I should like, and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve."

So, I'm going.  I'm leaving.  I suppose eventually my wanderings will bring me back here.  And I don't doubt it.  But it's likely they won't.  I've made my choice, and I don't regret it.  I don't regret any of the actions I've ever made, for they have made me the person I am today, and I'm told I'm a fairly okay human being.  Or what passes for one in the world at large.

I wish I could stay, but I know that I have to go.  I know this place is better off without me, and that I have things to do in other places.  So with sadness in my heart, I feel the best thing I can do is end it all and leave forever.  I'm not apologising.  I don't even think I'm explaining for your benefit.  Hell, I'm not even sure this will ever get read.

And if there's one thing I have learned in my brief existance on this plane that, with all the foresight I have, seems to be racing to its timely conclusion, it's the fact that 'in the end, it doesn't even matter.'  I have kept alive many through whispering their names.  I only hope that my name is forgotten to history, never again to be uttered by hoping, grieving, sorrowful lips.  It's time to go, time to leave.

However, maybe this entire statement is unneccessary.  After all, I would not want to worry any of you unduely.  And so, with that.

I am going.  I am leaving.  Now, goodbye.

Perhaps for the final time, until our next meeting under strange stars.

[Bella]

Adios.
I wish you well and hope that you're alright.

[namu]

You know, we'll meet again eventually, after you leave the common consciousness for one more cycle.

[gnimbley]

Damn. And I was looking forward to more poetry.

I love poetry. (Does that make me the anti-Hotsuma?)

[Bella]

Yes, I'm afraid it does.

[Malaul]

wait what?
whats happened?
what brought this on?

[Trollax]

yeah, I agree? Everyone feels old now and then, but, hell I feel old all the time...

[Slarti]

yeah what's this about? oh well, whatever...

[BADGE OF HONOR]

Don't let the door hit your ass on the way out.


Or do, if you're into that kind of thing.

[gnimbley]

Hell, you think YOU'RE old. You should try being a gnome. I turned 321
last month. And turn 322 next month! That's old!

I am sure even the mathematically challenged among you can figure that out.

[Horab Fibslager]

w00t!

srry, i think the whole giles thijng is weak, giels was way better thanwhateverm btui whatever, this is my united stats of whatever!!!

[B_M_W]

Sorry, could you repeat that? What are you talking about?

[East Coast Hustle]

*puts babel fish in ear*

ahh...OK...oh...oh god...agh! make it stop!!!!

*rips babel fish out of ear and throws it to the ground and stomps on it until it is dead, dead, dead*

ehh...better off not understanding a word he says....

[namu]

You know, we'll meet again eventually, after you leave the common consciousness for one more cycle.

And in fact we might very well have already. We're all one big cousciousness that gets divided into tiny itsy bitty individualities. We lived all the lives of every conscious being of all time, one at a time.

[Malaul]

w00t!

srry, i think the whole giles thijng is weak, giels was way better thanwhateverm btui whatever, this is my united stats of whatever!!!

I love that song