I Miss You

Nah, honestly I don’t think the guy is writing to a real girl or ex. He’s just pulp writing. It’s fiction. I say this because it has all the bits of satire with humor of a desperado ‘miss you love letter’ that a third party would write. Like if he was writing it for a buddy. It has an IDGAF for the actual outcome tone to it. And the recipient female, well her hamster just might laugh reading it on the commode. She’ll wet wipe her asshole clean, give him a call and give him one more insincere receptacle dumping but she’ll still remain the flaky ho she was before.

I sense this because I myself have written college papers for other people. Not professionally but for barter stuff. One guy I wrote a term paper for gave me a Rolex that I wore around clubs until one night, I woke up behind the place with a bump on my head and no watch. I approached many a materialistic ho flashing that watch. That Roley was like my Ferrari when I was a poor 19yo bullshitter club shark.

So I can read the personal disconnect between the lines in the above piece. I had the same IDGAF mindset writing term papers so I can see it when I read it. It unlocks your imagination in writing, just like being creative with game/approaches when you don’t GAF. It’s about having fun above all.

If it were a true ‘love letter’ it would be a sincere crying pitiful diatribe that is unreadable and makes you want to vomit.

INTERESTING FACTOID – – During the 80s and prior, real ‘love letters’ were sent in the mail because there was no social media, no email and no internet. Postal carriers delivered bags upon bags of love letters daily. Frequently postal workers would open and read letters with lipstick kisses on them and hearts drawn on the outside. . . . And those postal workers went BONKERS. What they read was so convoluted and twisted that they went on ‘postal’ rampages.

NOW NOTICE today you never hear of postal employees going ‘postal anymore? It’s because there are no more of those awful LOVE LETTERS to deliver. It’s all junk mail so postal carrier is the happiest job around these days.

I GUARANTEE you never want to read someone else’s drama. It’s not healthy to read other people’s love letters, especially the psalms of some tearful beta about to shove a .38 special into their nose. It’s just not good for you to know the innermost mind of someone else like that period.

IN FACT I would rather watch two turtles slooowly making love in a puddle of diarrhea before I would read someone else’s genuine . . . looove letter. Eeeeew!