I'd been passively aware of this personal trait for a long time but I suppose I never gave it much thought until D-girl brought it up.
At the end of the school year most people, including most of my friends, went home for a few days before returning to move their things back home. My time at uni had come to an end altogether so I spent the time packing up from the leased house I'd been living in, prepping to return home for the last time.
After a few days D-girl came back and she half-jokingly asked if I'd missed her. I suppose my reply wasn't duly sincere haha. My smile doesn't help with looking trustworthy either.
(^ヮ^;;)7 It's a testament to how well she understands me that this didn't faze her in the least.
She is right in noting that I don't miss people, that it's "just part of my personality". Honestly, I can't say that I'm apologetic about it. However, what I fear most is that it will hurt their feelings. There might be a sense that I don't appreciate them or care about them, that they were just the latest in a line of 'friends' that I will meet and discard in my life. This is most certainly not the case.
I don't forget them but I guess the most candid way to describe it would be that they simply don't come to mind everyday. Not quite an 'out of sight, out of mind' sort of action but not far removed either.
I would attribute this to my "Live every day everyday" philosophy. Think about that line if you have to. It'll make sense eventually.