April 8, 2014

Dear Angelynn,

There a lot of things that I should be doing right now. For example, I should be studying for the ACT that just so happens to be taking place this Saturday or maybe I should fininish analyzing chapters six and seven of The Great Gatsby or perhaps I should work on my camp nano goal (even though I'm about double the place where I need to be, yay for extraordinaly low word count goals.) But instead I'm here, writing a letter to you/ me, because there's a part of me that needs to, I guess.

Last night, I was thinking- that's all I can ever do is think. Think and think and think and sometimes I write stuff down that I believe is profound but stuff that I'll probably laugh at twenty years into the future. I don't know how good I am at thinking and I don't know how good I am at writing, but I do both anyways.

And so I was thinking that all of us are cannibals. Even though Willy Wonka tells us that "cannibalism is frowned upon, my dear children." But we are cannibals.

And I know what you're thinking, Angelynn. You're probably thinking something that's not what I'm thinking. So you're probably thinking: I've never gotten the urge to bite a hunk of flesh out of someone's arm.

I mean, I hope that you haven't. I hope there hasn't been a zombie apocalypse wherever you are.

So here's the thought process on cannibalism: we, as humans, rip each other apart. We claw at each other's flaws and gouge deeper into other's insecurities. They're called biting remarks for a reason. We chew each other up we gobble up gossip.

And I'm sorry. Cannibalism is frowned upon.

xx

Angela