Divergent_Integral
Spastic ricecel, heightmogged by 99.74% of men
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Almost my whole adolescence and adult life up to this point I have employed what little literary talent I possess in writing notes and letters to foids that I fancy. But not anymore. It's over, it simply doesn't work. This is my "swan song" in the realm of amatory communication, the last convulsion of something that's been dying in me for a long time. Although I think it's a decent little note, the recipient wasn't at all pleased with it. Now she can go fuck Chad, who no doubt sends her nothing but dick pics and monosyllabic texts, for all I care.
Hello ****,
How's life been going for you lately? A bit of a cliché question, but I ask it anyway, because I sincerely want to know.
If I'm to believe [mutual friend] **** (and I do), you've had a bit of a rough year behind you. Although I'm of course sorry to hear that, I cannot know exactly how rough it's been for you. This uncertainty leaves me some space to hope that, despite your troubles, you have had some moments of happiness, or at least contentedness, in 2020. In any event, we may wish that next year will be better for all of us.
As for myself, I have learned to cultivate a sense of tragic optimism. Among the ruins of dead dreams and lost hopes I can see small new leaves grass breaking through the soil. These need to be amply watered with tears. But then again, that may be the price of living in this world. I cannot, in all honesty, present a prettier picture of how I view things at the moment.
Finally: I hope you'll be well. That simple wish contains everything I've ever felt for you. Let that be enough.
Kind wishes,
[me]
Hello ****,
How's life been going for you lately? A bit of a cliché question, but I ask it anyway, because I sincerely want to know.
If I'm to believe [mutual friend] **** (and I do), you've had a bit of a rough year behind you. Although I'm of course sorry to hear that, I cannot know exactly how rough it's been for you. This uncertainty leaves me some space to hope that, despite your troubles, you have had some moments of happiness, or at least contentedness, in 2020. In any event, we may wish that next year will be better for all of us.
As for myself, I have learned to cultivate a sense of tragic optimism. Among the ruins of dead dreams and lost hopes I can see small new leaves grass breaking through the soil. These need to be amply watered with tears. But then again, that may be the price of living in this world. I cannot, in all honesty, present a prettier picture of how I view things at the moment.
Finally: I hope you'll be well. That simple wish contains everything I've ever felt for you. Let that be enough.
Kind wishes,
[me]