Letter 2

I like how you went ahead and decided that you too happen to be funny and that you also will always be funny. Way to like an idea and just casually slip in and pretend like it was your idea to being with.

I think I should also use this as the ideal time to tell you that just because you came up with a band name and picked some friends out - that doesn't means you singing 90's songs in the shower was the equivalent to you being in a band.Unless ya'll had band practice (B.P.) in the shower.

But I digress...

that could lead us into topics I'm not sure I'm prepared for.

You know, It makes me smile that I can still be surprised.

I don't think you meant to but you've surprised me.
It's just that I don't think you get anything out of this.

But you're still there.

Or still here.

I don't know.

It don't guess it really matter.

My head hurts.

Probably from oversleeping.

You'll, in time, come to your own conclusions about my headaches and my excessive amounts of sleep.

It's been on my mind for years to donate my blood. I really want to but I have this fear that I'll be turned down because I have bad blood. I'm actually quite healthy apart from all the head stuff, but it's in the back of my mind that I'm defected.

The thought kind of eats my heart.

But that's no one's fault.

Anyways,It's curious you say you'll be young forever.

I have old bones, an extremely aged soul both which are awkwardly mixed together with an obnoxiously young heart.But I think you catch my drift (which by the way, it's nice to have someone catch this drift finally) - so I have to ask,

what are your thoughts on skipping?

I skip around sometimes when I'm doing o.k.

Honestly I consider doing cartwheels but refrain due to the old bones and all.But if it's really a perfect day outside and well - let's say I just took the trash out - I'll skip away from the dumpster.

Obviously I wouldn't skip TO the dumpster - I have garbage in my hands and that's just ridiculous.

But maybe I need to stop skipping all together.

Should I stop skipping?

What I mean is, how seriously can you take an adult who skips around? Then again, how seriously can you take an adult who takes themselves so seriously that they wouldn't skip? So seriously that they don't skip. So seriously that they could never skip.

*sigh*It's just, the older I get the more I see the world around me isn't so shiny.Shiny is really the only way I can describe it right now.

Yup, shiny.

The people getting older along with me don't skip because it makes them too shiny in a dull world.

Sometimes I feel like I'm an orange person surrounded by a sea of blue people.

I guess I'm just kind of questioning my motive. Am I skipping to deliberately shine because SOMEONE has to have the guts to still be shiny for the sake of humanity or am I skipping because I'm happy and for a moment my body wants to move at a happier pace than walking?

I mean - it's not like I can just power walk.

Power walking doesn't seem appropriate.

Actually, power walking is never really appropriate. For anything.


Correspondence 2:
I think if my head looked like yours... it would hurt all of the time.
I actually think it's all in your head. I believe that you think about it until your head actually does hurt. But yeah, you could have terrible blood.

I'm O positive and a universal blood donor. I could be wrong. I gave blood at basic training once. No big deal. Apparently the Red Cross charges a shit ton for the military to buy blood. This company donated it to soldiers.

Yea I see myself at a constant 16 years old. Immature enough not to know my physical boundaries and still laugh at the things adults shouldn't laugh at (i.e. people peeing on themselves in public.)

I actually think skipping is your thing.
I see you skip in the gym sometimes. I don't think anything though. I whistle. All the time. Usually Fur Elise. I think it's Beethoven. 

Keep skipping.

I think people take you serious because they respect you. Demand respect and you can skip all day long.

I use to worry about how many lazy, welfare, indigent people I would encounter. How will the world work if everyday more people want to stop working and receive all the free money? I just decided to take care of me and my people. We will be OK.

Are you orange because you can't concede to the blue people? Maybe you're the weird one who is just trying to be different so you can bitch about the blues... hipster.

I watched a pregnant woman pick her little girl up by placing both hands on the side of her head and lifting. She then palmed the child's face while yelling at her. I stopped her and tried to talk to her but she got ill with me because I questioned her. Then I thought that's kind of how we were raised.

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