||[May. 18th, 2006|11:31 pm]
Maudlin and Moxie
I cannot know what you understand, or understand what you know?|
You were more full of commas then I would have guessed you would be from our causerie. I had expected a music box flow of chattery prose. Not to say I am disappointed; just surprised.
Your letter seemed to have the tone of one who was offended. I don't know if I should be apologizing? Maybe I shouldn't have opened my letter talking about my problems with the maudlin population of the world. I hadn't implied you are such.
How old is your sister? And how old are you, while I am asking?
Your sister sounds like a friend of mine. Her name is Marie and she thinks starving herself is a spiritual quest. I would disagree with her but I honestly do not have experience in starvation. My parents are rich, always have been. Bred from rich families themselves. So to say I have never met God on an empty stomach, I have never met God anywhere with anything. But I've been trying. Remember the tower of Babel? I have a similar project. Maybe sometime I'll tell you about it. Not now though, I don't have the energy.
I will admit that I didn't think a pretty girl like you would ever write back a homely little shit like me.
My self esteem has been on a sabbatical for the past couple years, by the way. Another long story I don't have the energy for.
I don't even know what to write you or where to start. I realized you would probably have the same problems, so let me attempt to get things started:
Sum up your childhood in as many sentences as it takes.