Another Another Letter

Dear ________,
I do it too. I read a book or watch a movie or listen to a song and identify with it. It's the human condition. We want to relate to things, we want to have that connection. We want things to be about us. We're naturally selfish creatures. We view the world from our own view point, it's unique and the sum total of our genes and our parents and friends and siblings and where we lived and everything else that led us up to this point. This point right now. And it's different for everyone, but we want a commonality. We want to know we're not alone. We want to think that we're the most important thing. And we are... to ourselves.
In the future, when I write letters, you should take whatever you want to take from them. It doesn't matter if they are actually to you or to someone else, if you recognize something in them in yourself, take note. If it doesn't apply, just brush it off and say to yourself, "K's being a K today."
But here's what I'm asking you. Don't ask me to explain myself. I'm not forcing you to read this. I do it for myself. I think a lot of people come here looking for A's wonderful writing, but instead find my self-indulgence and rambling thoughts. I've been told as much. People asking "Why would you write that? Why would you put that in a public blog." It's because I can.
A while ago I slowly started making the decision to try to be more open. Back in the day people accused me of always listening to them and never sharing my own ideas and stories. I think I didn't share because I never felt I had anything important to say. I never felt like what I said had any value. I still feel like that sometimes, but I've been trying to be more open. And this is one of the ways I try. It's good for me.
Everything is fiction anyway.

Another Letter

Dear ____,
You're crazy. You're irrational. You make big issues out of little ones. You stress about the things you shouldn't stress about and don't stress about things you should stress about. You're ungrateful for the things you have. You complain when there's nothing to complain about. You let your ideas about things overtake the actual experience of doing them. I think you really just need to let go of all the pressures you put on yourself that drive you crazy. As much as you try to stay in the moment, it always seems like you're more worried about the end result.
It's time to get yourself together. Start being more decisive. Start trying to figure out what you want from life and do it. I think there's too many questions you're afraid to answer and you're always looking outside yourself for some miracle cure. I mean, does anyone get those? What makes you think you're so special? It's time you realize you're no better than anyone else. And no worse. Stop trying to be nice and be nice.
And get back to me when you get a clue.

A Letter

A mentioned writing letters and never sending them. I think it's a good idea. I've done it before on paper but never on a blog.
Dear ____,
Every little thing you do comes back to you in some way or another, sooner or later. I think we all know that instinctively. It's not making a decision and having to convince yourself of it, it's making the right decision. And it's not doing something someone told you to do, it's making up your own mind and being an adult. It's doing something and taking responsibility for it and not lying about it or talking in circles when asked a question. Sure, we all end up doing things we're not too proud of just to tow the line or to keep other people happy, but I think it's hard to justify keeping people down. You should never keep anyone down. When it's in your power, you should allow everyone in your path a way to get better, faster, stronger, smarter, happier, more content, more at ease, more confident. You should make it your mission to fight to uncover the best in other people.
If anything, I see in you what I don't want to be. When I pass you, I remind myself of how I never want to behave. I have such resentment for you because I can be like you sometimes: making excuses, talking around the truth, reaching for justifications. I hope I can get better at avoiding those mistakes in the future.
I wish you happiness--because you can only mistreat others as much as you mistreat yourself.
Best wishes,
K