April 19, 2013

Dear Angelynn,

When you look back on this, your first thought will probably be. "That title sounds kind of dirty." Now, I'm not sure if that's actually dirty, or if our minds are just messed up Angelynn. I do know that it could've been worse, like "I'll eat bananas." And goodness, Angelynn, you wouldn't believe the urge to scream "That's what she said!" to myself. But I won't do that, because my grandparents are at my house, and I don't really want to look like a major freak in front of them.

However, your second thought might be "I'll Eat Apples" what kind of stupid title is that? It doesn't sound deep and philosophical. It sounds stupid and childish, and you might even want to skip this note entirely, but please don't, Angelynn. I promise, that it will be worth it. 

I don't know if you outgrew this, Angelynn. But I think apples taste boring. Unless apples are perfectly crisp, perfectly sweet, and perfectly juicy, the taste just gets boring awfully fast. Every bite tastes the same, and rarely is there a perfect apple. Usually, I can't even manage an entire apple the same taste overwhelms me and I just want to taste something different. For example, the outer parts of the apple, the skin, I like, because it provides the apple with some texture and crunch and difference that's not in the rest of the apple. My friends like to tease me because I always eat half an apple for lunch an insist that I should become an apple critic...

But if you know me Angelynn, which I assume you do, you would know that this isn't really about apples. It's about me. Because I'm self-centered and arrogant and like to talk about myself... That topic will probably come up in a later letter; I don't know for sure though.

You might be wondering, "How are you related to apples, Angela?" And I'll gladly tell you. What if I am the apple? I don't think I'm the rare perfect apple. I don't think I serve any crunch or sweetness or any of the criteria for perfection at all. I'm so bland, Angelynn. People probably tire of me so quickly. They probably want to chew me up and throw me away. Maybe they only want half of me, or not even that much. Maybe they get tired of me before finishing the half.

As Taylor Swift would say, "I'm intimidated by the idea of being average." She doesn't have to worry about being average. She's a mega-pop (you can call yourself country all you want Swift, but that's basically lying, sorry) sensation with tons of girls and guys screaming and drooling over her. Everybody buys her CD's and sighs over her lyrics. She's filthy rich and she tells me she's afraid of being average?

She has the apple's juicy sweetness and satisfying crunch. I don't. I'm just average. So very average. But guess what, Angelynn? I'm probably one of the very few people who tires of the taste of apples; nobody else does. Maybe I'm not even afraid of other people thinking that I'm plain; maybe I'm just afraid that I'll get bored of myself.

Unlike apples, I can change myself. I can add pizzaz, crunch, and flavor to my life. I can change my taste.

Please tell me, Angelynn that you aren't tired of your taste. Please tell me that your flavor has improved. You can do that for me, can't you? Maybe you'll still be average, but you'll be tasty for me, won't you? You'll be an apple that I won't be tired of, right?

xx Angela