I think my therapist gets pleasure out of my suffering.
So Doc, I’ve been feeling a bit off lately; I guess I fell off the wagon again and the world started to feel a little bit more lonelier than it normally does.
I’ve been away for a while, figuring it all out amongst the mountains; it was cold and dreary, and it sure didn’t feel like I was in the middle of “Into the Wild” — it sure would’ve felt good to graduate from Harvard.
See Doc, I’ve been away and I turned on my computer today; only to find that the world hasn’t changed all the much.
People still hate one another, and we’re still blaming one another for why things are for what they are; problems and more problems, rarely a solution in sight.
I unpacked my luggage and there really wasn’t much at all to recycle, so I chucked it all out in hopes that I may start all over again.
The millennial obsession of minimising, marking my territory as I go along with whatever it is that people do once they figure out “Cleaning your room” ain’t worth shit if you aren’t going to go all out and get your life together.
In my emails I found a few notes you left behind, doc; wondering if I was still alive and functioning — I figured I’d apologise for not letting you know that I was going away for a while and wouldn’t know what to say when I made my way back home.
I heard Rami Malek won the Oscar and Game of Thrones is ending; neither one I could care for much, but it’s nice to be up to date on these sort of things.
People really want to know what it was like, to be away from it all; to be wandering “off the grid” — man it felt hip, right?
I look calmly across the same old places I’ve been around before, but now it feels alot different knowing I could survive without them.
But hey doc, thanks for writing because shortly before I left; I wasn’t really sure if I’d ever come back and upon your intention of wondering if you got pleasure out of these conversations we have every once in a while.