When I’m all alone I do crazy things. I try to break and fix items largely based on how close to my hands they are when the urge strikes. I think of taking up random hobbies that might be wildly out of the ordinary, perhaps just for my gender. I take up as much room as possible within an area I’ve defined prior to my attempts. I am currently researching how to crochet while sprawling my arms and half my torso on the top of my desk. I took apart an old keyboard and have the components laying around. Does this seem strange to anyone else?
He had just turned 23. It was late at night, but not so late as to attract attention. The road was empty and he drove home alone. “Happy Birthday” he said aloud. No one had really noticed. Sure a few people had said “congrats” or something along those lines. No one had given him a high-five, no one bought him a drink at the bar. He wasn’t too hurt it was, after all, his friend (who shared the same birthday) who had invited him to “his” party. It still made him sad, though. Twenty-three years. You’d think he’d have made enough of an impact for someone to notice.
I don’t think I’ll be following your rules anymore. There are far too many of them for my liking and I disagree strongly with most of them. I will not bow to your way of thinking and I will not compromise myself for you, or anyone else for that matter. That being said I hope this letter sees you well. How is the family? How is your job going? Do you have any exciting plans for travel this year? Reply as you can.