9. Letters
Letters
Butch Cassidy,
You pinkie promise, huh?
I think I like that.
No one pinkie promises anymore, and tbh, I think they should be used instead of contracts. So, good job! :D
I also loved your answers. I wasn’t lying when I said I dislike the cold, but you made me wanna go to Inuvik and I’ve never wanted to visit there. Ever. I mean, I’ve seen pictures and it’s beautiful, but I didn’t think it was for me.
It’s how I appreciate Thailand but I know I’ll never go because, point blank, I’ll be the person who gets stopped with twenty kilos of cocaine in their suitcase. I don’t take drugs, but I KNOW I’ll end up like Bridget Jones.
Fun fact, I only don’t take drugs because of my friend who’s diabetic. She’s had a lot of ups and downs with it, and it’s one of the reasons I don’t drink either—I never want her to feel like she’s missing out. I’d probably have gotten hooked on heroin by now if it weren’t for her lol. I have an addictive personality. She frosts sugar cookies and I’m addicted to those. She’s practically my pusher at this point.
Your reply got me thinking, which, unfortunately, is forever dangerous.
I’m not sure if it’s better to kill someone with your eyes locked on theirs or via crosshairs fifty thousand feet in the sky… Ethically speaking, I suppose for your soul, you don’t have to think about their deaths. I’m not sure how that works. Should you feel the repercussions of actions you undertook under orders and on your country’s behalf, or does it mess with your head to the point where you can’t sleep?
Hmm.
A quandary, for sure.
I wonder if there’s a crystal for that. I’ll consult my book. I’m new to this crystal stuff. My nonna had this Groupon ticket for a crystal museum that she sent me as a Christmas gift and I almost didn’t go, but when I was in there, my brain slowed down.
It was strange.
Maybe you’ll understand if Inuvik in the winter does the same for you?
(Also, thank you for not teasing me about the crystals.)
My brain’s rarely still. I’m not saying this to toot my own horn (which would be fitting because I’m pretty good with the English horn), but I’m clever. It’s more of a problem than you’d imagine. That’s why, for your grade, I have to give you an A- so far. You’re not an idiot. I can’t tell you how refreshing that is. The last three soldiers weren’t the most erudite.
They wrote me back with ten lines.
Ten. Lines. Butch.
How was I supposed to work with that? Here I am, writing to comfort you guys, and they gave me nothing!
(I’m smart. Not a miracle worker.)
My heart sank when I saw your first letter because it was super short, but the words were spunky. (That’s okay, though, because unlike me, you ARE full of spunk. At least, your testes are.) Then, the next one was long and it made me really happy.
You know Z? Her brother died overseas. He was a soldier too. That’s another reason I’m writing to you. He was PKIA. I had a massive crush on him and I wanted to write him letters, but I was super shy and never built up the courage to send him one. I thought he’d figure out I had feelings for him so I used to wait for news through Z.
Then he was gone.
Nonna (we’re super close) knew about my crush and she encouraged me to sign up to this program. I ignored her (being close doesn’t mean I don’t have a mind of my own) until she saw this announcement on social media, shared it with me, and it got me moving.
Here we are. :)
Alongside the English horn, I play the flute and the oboe. And because I’m difficult, the violino piccolo. It’s practically unused so I’m determined to bring it back. It’s very baroque in style. I decided to pick up the cello last year and am working on my hate/love relationship with the piano.
I’m in an orchestra, and the reason Juilliard loves me is because I’m great with the flute but I prefer the oboe. (See aforementioned ‘I’m difficult.’) I hate the orchestra though. They always want us to play boring shit. I mean, Bach’s Bach, but I was over that when I was two, you know? I write my own compositions, but the orchestra’s really bad for my muse. Haven’t written anything decent in years. I wonder if I need someONE to be my muse. Hmm. How do you go about finding one?
MuseHunt.com?
Z’s brother used to do that for me.
I’d see him and start humming.
I miss that. Miss him.
Ugh, gloomy. Sorry!
My favorite song to play is “ Gymnopédie No.1” by Satie . It’s not very niche and certainly not the most complex of pieces, but it makes me tingle and that’s what matters the most. Music should make you feel. The program I’m in robs me of that sensation. It’s like it’s losing its soul. I’ve been discontent with it for a long time, but what else am I gonna do? Sell insurance? Ha! I’d end up taking out every policy, then I’d turn into my friend who’s agoraphobic and never wants to leave the house. It’d cost me a fortune in insurance premiums and therapy sessions!
My favorite song in general is impossible to pin down. So, what I currently have on repeat is “Daisy” by Ashnikko. If you listen to it, you’ll know why. ;)
What about you?
I realized a lot of these questions are what you ask on a dating profile, lol.
What did you eat today?
CJ