A Letter From My Winged Friend, Specs
Hey, how's my lovely charge?
I see you've made friends with a labrador retriever this week? That's very good! By the way, you smell like one. But as long as you don't get charged at anymore, that's totally okay. Dogs are easy... Yep.
Speaking of eezy. You're still with that jürk? Sheesh. You purposedly failed two of your journalism subjects and you're slacking on your thesis, but this one is probably the stupidest thing you've ever done! Why is God putting you through this shit? But we shouldn't complain. He's F.I.N.E. (I loved his new Ray-Bans, by the way. And they're original so don't worry about him going blind from all the UV.) And you shouldn't complain because he calls you his wife and he already has names for your possible children. Like, I'm all wtf that's sweet! You don't come across that everyday, not even in the movies, for crying out loud. I know, I know... He's far away, blahdyblahblah...
Now I heard that Carmen has called a cool-off in order, but that's between her and her boyfriend, okay? Don't let this come back to you and your sad, little, tragic life. What sad, little, tragic life? Pfffft. What I'm just trying to say is that not all men are cheating pigs.
You really want to know why you've forgotten how to sing? Because it's really cold up there that you can hardly breathe, you know? How can you scream then? You're choking. Somehow you have to ease yourself down the trail, which is, ironically, harder than getting to the top. Or you may have the option of letting yourself roll down the stony steepness with your eyes closed. After all, you got yourself up there. And you've got to get yourself down. That's just how it goes, I'm afraid. But I wonder how long you can keep up with this? You're going up and down, up and down... Aren't you nauseous already? And you're getting skinnier each time. Are you sick?
The painful truth is that "all-of-this-madness" will just have been an illusion from the start. At the height of your passions, you develop this urge to transcend those emotions--to make those, hmmmm, valid, at the very least... What a pity, only a handful can pull that off with finesse. Always remember, though, that you can never please everybody.
Lastly, we've got to live with a little bad faith, my friend. Too much freedom is lethal.
~ Specs