Philotic Web

Dear You,

I guess that answers my question, doesn't it? Thanks for letting me know. */sarcasm*

-Dan

Dear You,

I know it seems like I am gone, a lot. And, I am. But, I am not gone because I don't feel like being there, I am gone because I have obligations. And, I was sick, one week, too.

-Dan

Dear You,

No, I am not coming to the Sweetheart Banquet. I don't like Valentine's Day, or any of the stuff that typically goes with it. Maybe when you see me wearing solid black it will finally sink in.

-Dan

Dear You,

You know that what I said came out wrong. You know my emotional state well enough to know that I couldn't handle having to defend myself, right then. You probably also know that I am now too worried about you tearing off my head to ask you to forgive me, even though I would like to ask.

-Dan

Dear You,

I figured out how to answer the question... It doesn't matter what I do or do not want. Wanting something just serves to put it farther from my reach. The question is irrelevant. I will increase my training, and stop asking that question.

-Dan

Dear You,
I miss you. One day I'll tell you goodbye like a good friend should, I promise!
I can't wait to talk to you again, soon.

For now, goodbye.

Dear you,

Don't f*** it up. Good luck. Get some sleep before you accidentally stay up for another two hours.

-yourself

Edit:

Dear Zack,

What the hell? Unicycles are awesome.

-me

Dear you,

You are acting like what we call a Titty Baby. Stop whining.

-me

Dear You,

The fact that you are questionning so hard whether or not this is the right thing to do, whether you want to abridge your freedom in this way, etc. is a very sure sign that you need to do this. You need those protections in place. You're getting to the point you were at a few months ago, where the thought of losing face in this way is unbearable, and therefore you're starting to sympathize more with your future self's desire to be destructive, to obliterate, to make it all go away, to implode. There is still enough of you left that is healthy that this is visible. You WILL BE GRATEFUL TO YOURSELF once this weekend is over, come what may.

I feel like I'm speaking from this healthy part of myself who is being frozen into stone, who is slowly being corroded and silenced as your fears about Friday morning are taking over. And I know by Thursday it will be too late, you're gonna want that option wide open.

That doesn't mean that you'll take the option when it comes down to it. But I give you 40-60 odds at best if you don't plan for this. 20-80 over the course of the next two weeks.

And if you talk to her and get her to formally help you out, I give you 70-30 odds. Maybe better. 60-40 over the next two weeks.

So, roaming charges be damned. Call her tonight. Ask her for a favor. Because if you put it off till later in the week, I doubt very much you'll do it at all.

Love,

Your healthier self

You are infuriating.

Dear you,
I can't tell you this in person, so I'll tell you this here: you're the best part of my day.

I get pretty seriously bummed out when I don't see you; that is a bad thing.

Oh, and you make me nervous.

That's all.

-Alea

Dear you,

You are interesting enough that I confess myself tentatively interested in you. Next Thursday, when I invite you to dinner with me and my best friend after class, please say yes?

Me

Dear You,

This bugged me, I don't know why. I suppose perhaps it has always bugged me and I never noticed before. Why is it that you so wish that you were full asian instead of simply half asian? Why is it that you so desperately grasp at any asian straws you can?

Why the distinction between "I made a new friend today!" and "I made a new asian friend today!"? I mean, if I said "I made a new white friend today!", how does that make me seem? What exactly makes it different, or better, to have an Asian friend than to have a black one, or a white one? Just people, after all, but why does that distinction seem so important to you?

Unsure why I wrote this, but for some reason that just irked me tonight.

Wil

Dear you,

I think it's crazy that you 'freak out' when the bathroom door is closed. There's nobody in there.

Dear you,

You are fun.

-me

Dear You,

Wow. I'm hurt. I really am.

Okay, I knew something was off last semester. But this semester -- I don't know. You're giving me the silent treatment again. After seeing my supposed best friend in the office today, that was very apparent. "I got Wichita!" "I figured," completely ignoring me. Not to mention the fact that both this semester and last -- during what complete strangers were aware were stressful circumstances -- you completely quit speaking to me.

I don't know what's wrong. Maybe something is massively wrong and you're depressed and isolating. Or maybe I really did something to offend you. I don't know. What I do know is this, I am really, really hurt.

Funny how a hundred acquaintances telling me congrats doesn't nearly compete with my best friend not giving a s***.

Me

Dear You (Again)

I don't quite feel that way anymore. It's just that after several weeks without you, I've forgotten that this is just the way you function in the world.

Me

Dear You,

You might want to think about the things you put out there on the internet. Your parent directory contains alot of personal stuff.

-JL

Dear You,

Please leave.

Sincerely,
The person who owns the throat you are currently living in

Dear You,

You might want to think about the things you put out there on the internet. Your parent directory contains alot of personal stuff.

-JL

Dear you,
See above. I think I already said this.
-cowpoodle003

Dear You,

1) I no longer need letters of recommendation.
2) My evals no longer really mean anything much.
3) You didn't speak to me for over half a semester, and I don't understand why we should speak now, as discomfort in the hallway does not strike me as a reason.
4) All that said, I did behave ungraciously and I would like to apologize, and I think I actually might.
5) It's not so much that I'm angry and spiteful as that I am still hurt, and you remind me of that.

Me

Dear You (again),

I really don't know how to act around you. I don't want to rehash the fight. It's been months. We've probably both reconstructed it somewhat. Here's what I know. I know I hurt you, and that I honestly didn't mean to. I was frustrated, but I was trying to be as diplomatic and nice as I could. Which is why I was so shocked by your response.

Here's what I know. You hurt me. And I don't know if you meant to, or not. I'm guessing not.

Here's what I don't know. If it's worth hashing out after all this time just so that we don't have any more awkward water fountain encounters.

Here is what I would want. I would apologize for today, and I would tell you that I know I hurt you several months ago, that I did not mean to, but that I am sorry. That I was very hurt as well, and then very confused. And, since it festered so long, that confusion became very bitter especially when I see you and don't know how to act because of this (in my mind) rather large, unresolved thing between us. And I would want to know what you want on the off chance we run into each other, because I don't want us to overinterpret each other.

Alrighty then,

Me

Dear you,

Why is government issued photo ID not good enough? It's good enough for pretty much anywhere else. But no, you require government issued photo ID with the shipping address on it. If you're a student, just get the owner of your building to write you a letter saying you do indeed live there. Right. THAT'S helpful for anyone who's not in res. I really do not see how a photograph of me taken by a government official with my name and signature on it does not count as valid enough ID. I mean, you accept passports, but if the address is different, this document which would allow me into many a different country will not let me get a simple domestic package?

~a frustrated package receiver

(rei. try bringing a piece of mail with your name and address on it to pick up whatever you need to. works here in canada, dont know about there)

They wanted government issued photo ID with the shipping address, and I haven't any for anything in this province, even.

Dear yous,

It's wierd: Do the good and pure of the bunch ALWAYS finish last? I mean, always, no matter the situation- at least with you guys. Though we get a good seat in the middle sometimes.

-Me

Dear YOU(s),

I quite honestly do not believe it was/is any of your business. The directory in question was of no concern of yours. It is not as if I am broadcasting the directory on a regular basis. One a month, if that, browse my directory structure. Most don't care. A name means nothing. The letters were mine to be posted. The person in question knew what was there; they did not ask me to remove anything.

I do think about the things I put on the internet, I am just not as paranoid as the lot of you.

Dear you,

Stick around for awhile, you've been missed.

- Doc

Dear you,

Your lips are moving, but all I hear is "whine, whine, whine".

JL

Dear You,

Actually, now that I've talked it over with several people, I don't think I could've behaved in any such way as to deserve your flagrant rudeness. In fact, my mother says the best advice she has for me is that the next time I see you, I ought to whap you upside the head. This is not the kind of thing she normally advises.

So, cancel that last apology. Given our past and current relationship, I'm not under any obligation to be nicer to you than the bounds of normal civil discourse, and I was certainly within those.

Your Ex-Supervisee

Dear you,

Color me VERY ANNOYED.

-Kelly





Dear you,

You haven't even left yet and already I miss you insanely. I am so, SO proud of you, and I love you very much.

Can't wait to see you on Monday!

Love,
moi

Dear you,
What he told you made me feel like crap and I should have explained it, but I was just too embarrassed to bother with it. I'll explain as soon as I can, as best as I can because he said the right thing, just with the entirely wrong meaning.

Alea

Dear you,
Take a step back.
-cowpoodle003

Dear you,

I'm not so naïve
My sorry eyes can see
The way you fight shy
Of almost everything

You were finished long before
We had even seen the start

So what did you think I would say?
No, you can't run away, you can't run away

I never wanted to say this
You never wanted to stay
I put my faith in you, so much faith
And then you just threw it away
You threw it away

-me
(For a Pessimist, I'm Pretty Optimistic - Paramore)

Dear You and you,

I know.

I don't have anything to say that's enough.

So I'm just... here. But I can not be, if you want me to. Honest.

-Me

Dear co-workers,

I know that you're just looking out for my best interest, but I am fully in control of my own wellbeing. Going up on two steps on a step ladder is not going to make me lose the baby. It's not really any of your business what I'm eating for lunch, I know that I need to eat healthy and I AM! I have read quite a few books, I have a doctor giving me advice, not to mention a mother and two sisters. Your advice is mostly outdated and in a tone that's rude.

Go away and let me deal with my pregnant life on my own.

JL

"Dear" teachers of my school,

After the following five days, my brain will be on retirement for at least a week. Please take that into consideration and do as least tests as possible.
Also, please don't make this week repeat itself, as I believe 4 tests in 5 days- two in the same day- is pretty illegal according to the school rules.

Sincerely,

Braindead student

Dear you,
You're frustrating. Not even a fun frustrating, just frustrating.

Me

Dear You,

That really was a stupid mistake. I am glad you realized it, even if it was too late. Maybe it will keep you from doing it, again.

~Dan

Dear You,

I am here, all week. Let me know if you want to talk.

~Dan

Dear You,


Thank You so much for this evening - it was wonderful. I've been thinking about what you said earlier - that it worries you sometimes that I'm not that chatty, and there are several reasons why I get into those phases.

The most common one is that I'm shy and I think that if people are going to pay attention to me - then I'd better have something good (smart, funny, witty) to say. So if I think I've got nothing great to say, I just don't say anything at all. I have to admit, when we first started dating, I was quiet for this reason - but that's not the case anymore. I am really comfortable with you and feel that I can just be myself (as opposed to being super-witty and trying to entertain you). But maybe I'm too comfortable with you...

Sometimes with people I'm really comfortable with, I'm perfectly content to just while away the time without having intense conversations or doing anything exciting - I once spent an entire day with a friend who had to run errands before she left for Haiti - including sitting through a meeting with her and the Revenue officer about her Income Tax Audit.

I really freaked out another friend once when I was extremely quiet for a few hours straight. I was just so comfortable with them that I didn't see a problem with it - usually if I don't think that I can be that quiet around someone and have them still think I'm ok despite my quietness, I just stop hanging out with them. But this particular person forced me out of my shell that day when they told me that they were freaked out about my quietness - they said that they thought that I was mad at them (which I definitely wasn't) or that maybe we had lost the friendship (and all that time I was thrilled to be able to be myself).
I realized that day that by reverting to my introverted, quiet state (where I can recharge my batteries) can be a little selfish sometimes.

So that evening, I forced myself to talk and to interact with those around me (it was a smoothie party with friends of a friend - all of whom I had never met before). It was really hard at first, and I was kind of self-conscious and awkward. But the more I talked the easier it got (Although the next day I was really glad to be on a 6 hour bus ride by myself).

I also realized that day that it's good for me to be forced out of my shell (although some days I fight it every step of the way). And as I'm sure you've figured out by now - it's a little easier for me to write a letter than it is for me to say everything on the spot.

You've been incredibly patient with me You, and I can't find the right words to tell you how much I treasure that patience. And thank you for challenging me (unintentionally) to think about my quietness, & the reasons behind it.

Please be a little more patient with me as I force myself out of my shell a little bit at a time, and please continue to challenge me (gently) to continue on the more talkative path.


Me.

Dear You,

Well right now you are sitting in front of me, drunk, I know that you aren't violent at all but i do know that you annoy the hell out of me. You are a lovable drunk. But seriously your jokes suck, tommorrow you will be picking up your brother (my uncle) and i really cant wait cuz he's the awsomest person i know!!

Till the end
Love,
Thatguy1944