Day two prompt is write a letter to the person I think I should have been by now. Explain to them why you aren’t them and offer them proof that who you are is better.
HOW CAN I FUCKING DO THIS IF THE PERSON I SHOULD HAVE BEEN NEVER EXISTED IN THE FIRST PLACE?
Ok. To be fair, I’ve been drinking a bit. It happens (often) and that’s no reason to shirk my responsibility to this 30 days commitment I’ve made to myself. Especially if that shirking takes the form of an episode of Drunkalele where I sing a song that resonates with this challenge which was not written by me.
But seriously. The attempt.
Dear me I’m not,
Perhaps on some level I should have been you. But I’m not. Get over it, you crazy minx. We’ve known forever that we’re not that super focused, goal-oriented, endgame having girly person and we see no reason to start now. Yes, we’re in school doing awesome things with machinery (bliss!) and there will probably be some amazing adventures that come out of this. But we know, they’re inadvertent. We’ve lived our lives according to the mantra, if someone had told me (insert specific random time period here..6 months..2 years..a week ago) that I would be (insert amazing adventure we’re embroiled in at this moment) I would have said they’re crazy.
It’s just what we do.Is it fair to go all disdainful on this writing challenge because of a perception that it does not apply to us? Yes. Why? Because it presumes that we thought we’d be somewhere better than we are, until we conclude with a passive argument that even though we thought we’d be better than we are, we are actually better than we are.
What the everloving fuck does that even mean?
It means, let’s have another drink and sign the fuck off for tonight. Day three can only be better because it’s actual future us we’ll be interacting with, rather than speculative ‘I thought you’d be better than this’ future us. Fuck her, she’s a crazy fucking bitch.
I love you, you crazy fucking bitch,
Me aka the crazy fucking bitch (or some reasonable facsimile thereof.)
Cue laughter followed by some falling off of chair…then snoozies. G’night!