The Letter I Won’t Send
Have you ever been upset with someone or a situation and someone told you to write a letter, get it all out, express every single one of your feelings? Yeah? And then what did they tell you to do with it?
Throw it away.
Take all your feelings, all your thoughts, every single piece of angst and turmoil that you would like to dump on them, and chuck it.
So I’m going to do that. Except, it’s not really a letter. It’s a list of things I wish I could say, but I really can’t. It wouldn’t be nice. And maybe, maybe, if I do this post and toss it out into the internet, I’ll feel better. Right? Right. So, here we go:
Oh, I love your skirt! Where’s the rest of it?
Sweetie, you’ve got to put the pants over your panties… Oh, those are your shorts? Okay then.
I’m sorry, I don’t remember asking for your opinion.
Build a bridge and GET OVER IT!
Could I interest you in a mint? No? Then could I interest you in standing a little further away from me?
No, no, really. It’s not me, it’s you.
If you think I just wrote about you, think again.
If you still think I wrote about you, maybe I did.
Okay. I feel much better now. Thanks.