(apado is a blog series we all know what it is and I’m just amazed I’ve almost completed it)
I’ve had a hunch for awhile that people aren’t as different as they think they are.
I mean, I say about thirty times a day that I’m weird, and yet all my friends do the same. So am I really weird?
I wanted to put myself in someone else’s shoes for a half-second. Pretend I was your average person. Feeling compartmentalized and alone, the only odd one out…don’t we all feel like that sometimes?
And then I imagined receiving a letter. A figurative hand that connects me back to the idea that we’re not so “weird” after all.
My name’s Tess Richardson. I’m about 99.99999% sure you have no clue who I am and honestly I hope you’re okay with that.
I’m writing you a letter because I have faither in the unknown. I don’t know who you are, or what you do, but I feel like this letter found its way to the right person.
I’m not trying to be creepy. I’m not asking you for anything. You don’t have to help the defenseless kittens or disabled veterans. You don’t even have to reply to this letter.
I just hope that when you read this letter, it puts a smile on your face. I’m not exactly sure how. Maybe the thought that someone’s indirectly thinking of you.
Whatever floats your anvil, that’s cool with me.
I hope you have a nice day, whoever you are. You deserve to. God Bless and I’m thinking of you.
^ random address I found by dropping the pin in Google Maps in a random spot.
Should I mail it?
Sayonara for now,