Hi. It’s me. Sorry to bother you, but I just had to let you know something and I have no other way to say it anymore. The truth is, I’m scared. I’m absolutely frightened at what’s going on in the world right now, and I feel like I’ve got no one else to turn to. Social Media is coming for us all one day, walling off even more avenues we can use to stay connected. So I’m writing you this letter because I think you should know what’s going on in my 2021 mind.
Pretty soon, it’s not going to matter that we can’t post on social media. Because when it the other shoes drops, as it always does, what’s revealed will be impossible to ignore. Or defend. Or obfuscate in our news programs. And that’s what I’m afraid of. I’m afraid that I won’t have anyone to hold onto when we have to witness something so cruel and disgusting. Something so earth-shattering that the vastness of the universe has to readjust and find new meaning. We’re going to rip open the the fabric of America and see what’s festering between her seams. But I believe we may need to. We need to see the ugliness that lies beneath the thin veneer in order to come out stronger on the other side. We shall overcome the evil, I pray we do so every night. And, when all of this is finally over, it’s you I want standing here with me.
I’d prefer you to be here before all of this erupts, but even if you’re not, that’s okay. I’ll be okay. I’ve had to learn how to be okay, especially over this past year. I think we all have. We’ve already seen such craziness only 10 days into the new year, and even then, it feels like mere child’s play compared to some of the shit we’ve been seeing up to now.
There’s no going back after this, you know. The country right now is in it for the long haul. We’ve solidified our rules and now we’re gonna hold everybody equally accountable. Just know that I’ve been paying attention to a lot of different things, things which may seem incomprehensible at face value. Call me crazy for believing what I do, but I just like to give everything a fair shot. I say lay it on me. Throw it right onto my plate. I’ll know what’s safe or unsafe to consume. And, just between you and me, 2021’s dishes are much better than those they’ve told us are off the menu. But that is another story for another time.
All in all, this is just my invitation for you to meet me at the buffet. There’s a lot of things that I want to share with you, and I’ve got some stuff I’d like to you to try. Because at this point, it’s impossible for me to ignore what’s going on in my life, including who it is I want to fill the spot that I cannot reach. Something so completely out of my grasp that it would take an act of God to achieve it on my own. I felt something down the line with you and it’s not going to go away until we decide that it will. There’s a lot of options on the table, and I think the we have to make the choice of what to eat together. I always take multiple plates back with me, even if some say it’s not proper decorum. Well, in the words of the late, great, Alex Trebek, “Fuck ’em.” 😉
I just need to you to know there is absolutely no need to worry about me. I feel like people worry about me a lot. I tend to come off like a sad little panda looking for someone to play with. But don’t worry, I’m fine. I’ve got a whole lot of bamboo to keep me company, too. But enough about me. There’s a bigger enemy coming. The Boogeyman is here. And he’s following us on social media. So you’ve got to do your part. I get that. Just stick with it. Hold the line. And please don’t forget about me when we make it to the other side.
Take care, my love.