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Dear Mr.Hade(Head),
I know you have been pacing the corner office for long,it's a miracle you haven't slipped on the polished floor that reflects back-your good and bad and sometimes unfairly threatens to make you fall smack on your ass.Power to you for holding up with dignity-I know how difficult it is since you are programmed to be a schmuck.But you rise above.I know the juvenile creature down below sometimes makes it difficult for you.And I know I often go with her.She can be silly at times,so silly that she feels rattling the ceiling with the butt of her broomstick is going to make you go back on your word. I know I have been hard on you that time,and many other times-but that time the most.I almost went back on my word and was about to dive head-first into the murky funk again.I'm glad you do most of my thinking for me,for Miss Hart(Heart) can be way too melodramatic and blind for her own good.I'm sorry I doubted your intentions when you whispered and then blew the trumpet in my ear,telling me to live for me and to get the hell out-for nothing really comes out of a relationship where you are the standing circus freak with a tattered motley.I need to forgive you and me both, for the ongoing battle that we waged on my sanity,for doubting the best decision you helped me make in my life.I've hurled profanities at you and myself-delusional and lost.I have no idea what really went on there for 4 years-or,let's just say I did and was probably too high on something nasty to actually SEE it.Your solicited advice has made me realize that no matter where and with whom, in a relationship when you are willing to change too much of yourself for acceptance-it's time to question your value in it,and the impact it has on your life.The rest is unwanted territories I don't wish to cross at this moment,but I'm grateful that you were with me through them.Thank you for holding up my train through the murk and not stuffing my face back in the stifling clay where it often deserves.I have one more thing to ask of you-forgiveness, if you will-for the bitching,for driving you up the wall at odd hours,the repeated and unlawful attempts to silence you.I had even considered one of Mrs. Lovett's pies out of spite.I have forgiven myself.I had aid,yes,yours most of all.And,to answer your question-yes I'm happy.
Yours truly,The Landlady
Dear Miss Hart,
I'm sorry you lost this one.But I need you to stay with me.
Sincerely yours,The Landlady
After I brought the picnic basket of hate to my doorstep,I pulled off the checkered cloth and found something that smelled like love underneath.All for myself.There have been periods of skeptic love,to absolute narcissism,going through the loop of love-hate and finally settling on a perch called "moderate" ,but honest.However, the one thing that remained consistent in my list of "things I love about myself" is that I'm not quick to judge.I believe every person has a redeeming quality that makes him/her a good human being.{Pardon me if I made myself sound like a steaming bowl of Chicken Soup for your less-mojoed soul}{This also doesn't mean I don't want to hunt down jerks,and douches and the undeniably growing numbers of the race called Stupid.}I prefer giving people chances,one chance too many maybe-but a chance nevertheless.I wouldn't leave a man man if he chewed loudly.I would probably be bugged if my brat was to go through a weird fashion phase,but I wouldn't let that cloud my view of how I see him and how he is inside.I had anger issues as a teen and much of that has significantly melted away as I insignificantly grew up.You never know what's the beef behind a man's actions-maybe there's something you never imagined or maybe he is just plain asshole-but every man deserves to tell his story.We all have our faults,vices even, but if man can't turn to man for acceptance the society might as well decay in the dying cradle of humanity.I try to listen to some and I try very hard not to judge.Most of the time I succeed and that's what I love most about myself.
“Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.”-Oscar WildeI don't know whether it would have been easier with a mask,or with me speaking out of a hole in a cardboard box-but it certainly is more convenient than trying to gather people to make them hear what I have to say-because that isn't just fair-everybody has eggs to fry and a boss to face.Would have made me look bad if I missed out that I lack the courage as well. I can have it easy.I have a blog-it's where I can be Bare Naked Lady if I want to be.I want to be.Lately I have been struggling to come up with quality blog foo and my writing as well.I think it it has a lot to do with what I'm studying in college-or more importantly the way we are being taught to think.But that's for another day. If you can't do something on your own,you need a push and the 30 Days of Truth seemed like a nice writing prompt that I've been observing around blogtown for a while.Here's the list. Though I won't be able to complete them in 30 days of succession, but I do mean to see them through the end. “All truths are easy to understand once they are discovered; the point is to discover them.” -Galileo.
