quote:

Originally posted by El leprechaun:
Dear subconscious,
If you ever dream about her again I swear to god I will have you removed or never sleep again
Sincerely,
Already obsessive enough.

Heh. Been there, done that, helped design the t-shirt. (And isn't it just like getting kicked when you're down?)

quote:

Originally posted by The Wanderer:
[...] isn't it just like getting kicked when you're down...

...by your mom.


*agrees*

Dear people I like very much,

I may like you very much. And I suppose you like me, though it is hard to tell.
But that doesn't mean we can ever be friends. That's sad to realise. There is simply not enough coming from your direction in mine. I can only assume lack of interest. You like me just fine, oh yes. But you're not going out of your way to find out more about me, and certainly, you are hardly as interested in me as I am in you. You'll say hi when I contact you, you'll tell me things when I ask you. You seem surprised and gratified by my interest. But that's it.
I think a lot of it is just a general preference in communication. Not everyone *wants* to engage in me. I suppose many people must prefer to have a relationship based on light banter. Others are simply used to being served conversation on a silver platter. Pick and choose from my buffet, respond to what you find interesting, ignore the rest.
It's hard to take that personally, but of course it's also hard *not* to take that personally.
The point is that not everyone is suited to me, in terms of friendship as in everything else. No matter how interesting, nice, funny and intelligent you may be, if your conversational habits are so unsatisfying to me, and mine are so unrequired by you, then our relationship is never going to be the kind I want.
I begin to realise that there are a whole lot more fantastic, decent and cool people out there than there are potential friends for me. Among the people I talk to, there are people who are so well attuned to me I'm surprised we still find new things to say - but we do, every time. Those are people who can and will meet me at any level and respond in the way I envision for a friendship. I want to spend time cultivating them, rather than trying to trim everyone else to this vision. I hope you won't see this as snobbery. It isn't. It's just the realisation that you are not enough like I would need from a friend.
I'll see you on another plane.

onions

quote:

Originally posted by The Wanderer:
[QUOTE](And isn't it just like getting kicked over and over and over and over and over and over and over when you're down?)

Yes, yes it is.

I find it a tad disturbing this was the first thread that caught my eye...

Dear Tony,

You seem to be having a severe problem with showing up to rehearsal lately. This is exactly why I wish to kick your stupid ass out of this band. In case you forgot, this is about making good music, not saying you're in a band so you can get laid and cheat on your wife more often than you would have done. And also, just so you remember, I am blessed with female parts but that doesn't mean I find you attractive so keep your filthy hands to yourself.

Ta ta,

Aliro.

Dear Babylon:

*Hugs*

You have done, and you can a lot better than those that you are talking about.

Sincerely,
Mythos

Dear Instructor,

This assignment is dumb. To fully illustrate the complete DUMBOSITY of this : THIS VERY SAME ASSIGNMENT WAS GIVEN DURING THE FIRST REQUIRED CLASS OF THE PROGRAM. And here it is, two years later, and you're assigning the SAME DUMB ASSIGNMENT WE ALLLLLL DID BEFORE.

Give us something that does not require us to regurgitate dull-ass facts that EVEN I, LIBRARY GEEK, do not give a flying fuck about.

I DON'T CARE WHEN THE FIRST TIME A "SEE ALSO" REFERENCE WAS FIRST ADDED TO A BIBLIOGRAPHIC CARD.

This is insane. And dull. And pointless. And a waste of my time.

Thank you,

amy

Dear people I really hope to be working with soon,

We made an appointment for a test. I am not the most punctual person on earth, so I understand a few minutes here and there don't really go anywhere. But the nerves are fucking killing me, and if you don't get in touch with me soon there's going to be nothing left in my bowels to get rid of every fucking time I go to the toilet while I wait.

Professionally yours,

Me

Dear Shady Figure,

Well excuse me for assuming you actually wanted to do the project according to what your client asked for.

Thank you for clarifying things. I now realize we're just supposed to generate nonsense, grab the money and run.

Yours unimpressed,

Dear A

For once in your life, shut up. "Holy crap I'm late, see you later," is not a cue for "let me tell you all about the crazy girl I almost got in a fight with in my art class, and then get huffy when you interrupt me by leaving." It's OK to not share every little detail of everything you did with me, especially when I don't care.

Listening painfully,
your roomate

Dear You

If you do actually want to carry on, then I suggest that you get on msn more often, or perhaps e-mail me. Occasional text messages are not enough to develop a relationship, and I'm getting testy.

Kind regards,

Me


Dear Me,

Get more organised. You're not here to keep the same bad habits that you had previously. Although I'm pleased that you are doing well, you can do better.

Kind regards,

Me.

Dear Equipment:

You are new. You are shiny and pretty. We have put countless hours into your operations, a half dozen patches, acres of fine tuning.

So stop being a pissy wallflower and get out there.

Sincerely,
The Person Trying to Get You to Work

Dear Xanga:

Please look at the above with regards to my laptop.

unimpressed,
me

Life,

Please lay off.

Dear Bank,

You might remember me from previous letters such as 'Why are you so fucking incompetent over such a long period of time?', 'Why did you cancel my account without my consent or knowledge nor, apprently, without my branch's?' and the classic 'Why has no one from your customer services contacted me regarding the above?'.

I am happy to say that, as a consequence of the aforementioned trouble, I was finally persuaded to shop around and, eventually, have found a better interest rate for my money. That, plus the complimentary 25 quid I got from you AND the 50 quid the new bank gives me to switch over, have contributed to make me a slightly richer, albeit bitterer, person.

In your fucking face.

Soon-to-be ex-customer

Dear you,

The To: You, From: Me thread and El Leprechaun's post above reminded me of this poem I wrote about you last March and never made public. So I went back and found it, said "what the hell" and figured I'd put it over here since it's certainly not the right mood for the other thread.

Sometimes I long for the day
That I'll stop dreaming of you
That I'll no longer be haunted by
The memory of your smile,
Of a kiss, of holding you in my arms.

But I also think
What a sad day it'll be
When I no longer see you
Even in my dreams.

From,
Me.

dear assignment

why can i not concentrate on you as much as i want to? Its not the internet thats distracting me, if i didn't have the internet i'd wash the dishs or clean the cat litter tray.

i'm sorry

smaug

Dear legs -

please control the growth rate of your hair follicles. please.

Hairily yours,
me

*snort* methinks that should get saved somewhere.

blokey:

i know i said i didn't want to hear any more about the girl. i know i said i couldn't give you any more advice because it was hurting too much. but where in your naive, obviously-stuck-in-adolescence brain did that translate into thinking that i wouldn't mind finding out from fucking facebook that you were officially an item?
i am so unbelievably pissed off with you right now.

and just so you know, "giving it some time so you could both work out what you wanted" was a very sensible idea. 2 1/2 weeks is not time. you are not going to magically be happier than you were 20 days ago, you are not going to suddenly know what you want. and neither is she. this will not work.

and thankyou for making me realise, on valentines day no less, that i am not even close to being over you. that the part of me that thought i was getting back to normal was really secretly hoping that you'd realise that she's not right for you and that you really want to be with me. valentines day is, of course, a wonderful time to realise something like that.

and i really miss the way things were. i'm not sure we can ever get that back now. and i am so annoyed at myself for letting this affect me so much.

in other words, things are not ok.

yours

me



girly:

it's in your best interests to keep him away from me. because if i get drunk, and he gets drunk, i will not hesitate to seduce him to make him realise that he does not love you as much as he thinks he does. and i know him better than you. i don't think i'd have that much trouble.