May 5, 2011

Schadenfreude/Belle-lettres

Dear [insert social security number here],
You are dispensable. If you died tomorrow I assure you that the world wouldn't mourn for you. Sure, a few people might wallow in their grief and waste tissue for you, but all in all--you're replaceable. I can get someone else to fill your position at work. Someone else will surely buy your car. Your clothes will be given away or sold at a garage sale. Thats if your family hasn't decided to box it all, as if you were coming back--HA. Don't worry if you get fired, chances are someone was better suited. Oh you dropped your cell phone carrier? They don't mind. They just pocketed $200 from you and someone else will be taking your line in no time. See? I told you, you're dispensable. You're just a number. If the world knew you by name you wouldn't need a SSN. You'd be able to walk into the dmv and say hi, my name is [Wah wahhh, they really don't care.] It hurts doesn't it? Fighting to live a dispensable life? Going day by day according to what society tells you to do. Fitting their happy little mold and chasing the dream. The dream that well, lets face it, will all come crashing to an end once you end up in a hospital or a coffin. You my friend are worthless.

Sincerely
lovingly
affectionately 
unfortunately yours,
World.




Dear [insert full name here],
You are indispensable. There is no one like you in all the earth. Even if I ran around a million times and interviewed every person on the planet, there'd still be no other you. I understand that its a bit cliche, letters of encouragement or inspirational quotes. But just so you know: if you died tomorrow there would be a gaping hole inside of me. My world would be forever changed. Your place in the kingdom is one only you can fill. Do you think I want another you? No. I want YOU. Exactly as you are. Every curve, every roll, every chin, every hair, pimple, wart, scar, bruise, and broken bone. I want it all. It's strange isn't it? Knowing that someone cares so disgustingly about you. Every hair on your head accounted for. Every bone and blood cell kept record of. Its comforting once you get passed the eery vibe of a stalker. I assure you that not a moment goes by that you are not kept guarded. Not a second where you're alone. You are indeed a masterpiece created after perfection. You my love are worth anything and everything.


Sincerely
affectionately
wholly
adoringly
ardently
forever yours,
love.