If I can even call you that. For all I know you might hate that, but I’m looking for some kind of subtle way of writing this letter, though only one person will know it’s meant for them. My response to your rambling and apparently slightly inebriated confession was not meant to provoke an apology. I am a firm believer that alcohol mostly functions as a truth serum- though occasionally it is also a crazy serum, depending on who’s drinking it, but I digress. I can’t sleep. It’s around 6 AM and I haven’t checked my blog in ages so I have no idea when you sent me what you did but let it be known that the delay was not intentional. Let me tell you a secret. Well, you and whoever is reading. I think I’ve only been in love once, and it was with someone I never even met. I’ve never been able to fall in love with anyone else, not that I’ve tried. I feel like the biggest cliche these days is a girl looking to fall in love, searching for her other half. I don’t see the merit in things like love. This may make me a cynic, or perhaps it just makes me well-adjusted. You make the call. I find that these desperate measures and lengths for love are often short-lived and rewarded with some manner of emotional turmoil and I’m quite fine without it. I was at a movie last week and I saw a trailer for some movie which was the equivalent of cinematic junkfood- the kind of film that requires no extraneous thinking, no real moral, a very superficial story, etc— and boy, does the media love to portray women as a whole as crazy and clingy and desperate and needy for companionship. Christ. You’d think there was no point in living without taking someone else’s last name. I don’t know. That was a long tangent. Let’s work our way through this. You mentioned my writing is terse, and I’m guessing it’s the journalism classes and that one professor I had that had a personal vendetta against unnecessarily flowery adjectives, and adjectives in general. Take heed and notice how much prose is considered well written because it’s flowery and long-winded. Don’t get me wrong, I do enjoy long-winded flowery things from time to time but why do some people feel the need to convince the world they’re worth something by cramming as many words into a sentence? Kind of like that one. Let’s be pen pals. You can email me directly at cri@crilauren.com or keep using the ask feature on my blog. There was more I had to say about your note, but I’m currently lacking the coherence required for such a task. You did however manage to find a way to effectively communicate with me. I’m not easily freaked out and if I were to be, it wouldn’t be by the written word. I am enchanted by thought processes and thoughts and did I mention thoughts? Perhaps there will be a part two to this. For my next trick, I will attempt to get 4 hours of sleep in. Can she manage such a feat? By golly, I’m going to try.
