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To the extremely old-fashioned religious woman who's part of the janitorial team at my clubhouse. I am very aware that I don't smell like roses. Don't presume that I don't bathe or shower because I don't smell like roses. I bathe and I shower. I use scented bath salts. I use nice smelling shampoo. I have a type of incontinence and if you knew what it was, it would gross you out and you wouldn't want anything to do with me anymore. Knowing that Hitler had the same type of incontinence that I do is enough to make me want to drink. It's enough to make me want to cross over to the British side. I also live my life according to the golden rule. That's why I don't tell people that they smell like poo.

You are so egotistical with your posts. You know the anwers to everything. And people come here just to read your pearls of wisdom. You have members by the throat and mods in your pocket. You're so vain. You probably think this post is about you. Don't you?

Dear You,

Thank you for calling. You made my day.

Me

Why did you take me out in the first place?

I'm only used to being ziptied into my box. I have no idea what the real idea is here.

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"Standing on a well-chilled cinder, we see the fading of the suns, and try to recall the vanished brilliance of the origin of the worlds."
-Georges Lemaitre
"I fly through hyperspace, in my green computer interface"
-Gem Tos

Dear You 1,
I'm so glad you're back because I missed you!! Yay to the kilos and the kaftan!! Good luck on Thursday!!

Dear You 2,
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Dear You 3,
I was so proud of you today! I can't say enough how brilliant and composed and extraordinary you are.
You make my heart sing. I'm blessed by you!!

This complete contrast scares me. I trusted you

I shouldn't have.

In song know how to get past this. Can we at least be civil?

I don't know how I feel. I've lost my friend.

But I don't think you care or even miss me at all.

But what if you do and you're just hiding it?

As the Olympic Games in Tokyo, 2020 approach, I think of the stories of the athletes of the 1964 Games. Oh, how I wish I could have seen some of the great athletes of that day, but I wasn't even born yet. I have to settle for watching old retrospective shows and reading about the Olympics. It seemed there were much nicer people then, people who actually contributed something other than a bunch of dirty mouth and trash talk.

Dear Mr. Al Gebra,

I am not your therapist, so stop asking me to solve your problems.

I do not want to help you find your X.

She left you, and you just need to stop asking Y.

-Me-

Dear me,

I know it's hard to stay focused when you believe that no one loves you. Then, believing that disaster is around the corner. You don't know how to do the things that are, like jobs or money, in general. You feel like you want perfection, beauty, power, love and don't see it in the way people do things.
I hope that you believe there is a real person, a real God, a true way though you are hurt and want to cuss the world out. Your problem is "How to love?" when the world is looking at chaos.
Try. Do your best. Don't give up unless it's giving up bad to truly see good.
Try to love. Be patient. I know that part kills you, the evil that haunts you when you're not feeling well.

-me

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I'm still struggling to get past this. I still don't understand. It still doesn't make any sense.

No one is ever interested in me. No one ever wants to be with me. But i thought tgat you did.

Finally, after years of being patient, after so many maybe, someone asked me out. Someone actually wanted to be with me.

And because life is horrible and cruel you changed your mind straightaway. Before even giving me a chance.

As if I wasn't broken enough. As if giving someone hope and then snatching it away doesn't crush them completely.

No, NO ONE wants me. NO ONE. NO ONE EVER WANTS ME.

And it hurts so much. Of all people why would my friend to that to me. As if I didn't already feel ugly and unlovable.

How can I EVER trust you again?

Why would you do that to me? How can I EVER get over that?

No one can love me. I don't know why. It hurts so much.

Dear you

I can't live without you

Dear Debbie,

Now you told Julie to return her dress to The Bay because it didn't cover her ankles. You thought that you could give her advice on what she can and can not wear. This day in age? Come on! What century are you living in?

Me

Dear Mountain Goat

Thank you