Dear "You"...From "Me"-Letters Unsent

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I had such an odd dream last night, that stuck with me. We stood side by side facing forward, occasionally chatting but facing away.

I haven't forgotten you.

Dear Grace,

You were a joy to work with, and I was sad to see you go. I am sincerely sorry if I ever made you feel uncomfortable on the job. Best of luck with your new career. See you around the harbor.

Love,
Your Shipmate

Dear woman who gave birth to me,

Do you feel empty when you look into the spare bedroom on Saturday nights? Would you rather see me there with the self-made German helmet than not see me at all, now? No? That doesn't surprise me. If you still hate Germans in your next life, be careful who you have sex with. Were you even aware that Dad had a bit of German in him?

The big, fat German that you gave birth to

Don't expect me to look like my kid sister, any time soon. I was given big genes instead of Barbie genes.

Dear Everyone,

I know you all meant well.

Some of you did better than others.

Your successes were your credit.

Your failures were my fault.

Thanks for trying.

Love,

The Backward Child

Just a random vent...no real rhyme or reason....

What were you thinking?! I don't know whether to.laugh or cry. It all depends on how serious you were and what you think I actually feel. You're either hilarious, really sweet, kinda pathetic or very cruel. Which is it? Are you going to put your money where your mouth is or are we going to carry on in limbo forever? If this keeps meandering on, I'm leaving.

Dear Mother-In-Law,

You have two houses in which you may do whatever you wish.

Please stop nagging, criticizing, making passive-aggressive comments, and otherwise telling me how I must live in order to be in accordance with your values and aesthetic preferences in mine.

My therapist assures me that this is a reasonable and legitimate frustration, not autistic rigidity or controlling behavior.

Love,

The Stupid Lazy b***h Your Son Married

I like that signature. Maybe she should instead be bitching to her son for not having married someone else

I love you too.

Dear you

I would like nothing more than to be at ease with your kind words, or to be able to respond in kind with the words you need to hear.

I don't have it in me today, you are too intense, it would be a forced response.

Shhh please

This isn't a letter to anyone, just a thought that came to my mind...

At the moment I am feeling really grateful for my mother, who has recently passed away. She was loving and kind. Always thinking of others.

I also realized suddenly that all the people doing evil, like abusing and hurting others, doing crimes and trying to cover their evil acts, are disgracing and shaming their own mothers.

In case their mothers didn't specifically taught them to bully, abuse, lie, break, do crime and hurt, they are shaming their mothers in doing so. As if in their acts they are saying to their mothers: "You know of nothing. Your love and guidance isn't worth any to me. I will s**t on your advices and hopes. I will discard your love and lessons. I will stain your love and you."

This just came to mind. And it makes me want to preserve her love the best I can. It will live on.

Dear YOU! Oh you... I'm sooo sorry!!

I believe that things can change.
And I believe that things aren't FIXED, aren't always that way like you believe. Because that's just you. That's not realism like you claim, and don't mistook me for an optimist either.

Don't say that I didn't warned you... That things.. CAN.. Change. It's just no one knows when.


Sigh... I wonder what would it be if I become a grammar nazi or something similar..? Would you still bug me if I do?
Nah, I cannot. Sorry.

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I miss you.

A sacrifice for you and your brother. Not regretful, but sad I couldn't be more.

Dear Me,

I didn't think I would ever say this, but there is something for which I need to have a meltdown.


....Like, legitimately, I need to have a meltdown.
I didn't think I would ever say that, but I really do.

And that's probably the only time I will.

With regards,
Your Self

(....which is silly because I don't need to send regards as I am reading it while I'm writing. Ah well. )

Please can we sort things out