Dear Els,
How have you been doing? I hope you are in the best of health.
As for me, life is a life worth living. You know how it goes, there are days I am walking on air and there are days that are simply doggone.
Honey, I am writing because I think we need to establish some understanding with regard to setting the right expectation.
First and foremost, you must realize that we operate from a very narrow communication framework. Most of the time it is Twitter. Because of that, the window of perception is constricted.
I'm sure you may find that I behave a bit flamboyantly at times when I Tweet.
Secondly, I am heavily dependent on the Cybernetic Loop for the songs. The[] is a possibility that the message got misconstrued. Maybe the songs don't mean a thing. I however treat the songs as part of the communication protocol.
Thirdly, I do consider that you may think I am outright crazy. Therefore you probably cannot wait to get rid of me.
Coming from the deep end of the playing field, I decided to confront you on these matters. At least to set the right expectation.
The thing that I want to know is am I welcome in your *li[k]e (life)?
* Fine, if that is the case, business as usual.
Honey, this is me, warts and all. Why don't you talk to me? Am I your proverbial Bruno?
I am saddened to say that our communication is seriously handicapped.
I know you like me. However, I just want to know why you abhor me at the same [] (time)?
Because of that, there are days I am so loved by you and there are days that you make me feel like crap.
All I *[as] (want) is write a little, Els. Calibrate our expectations. Otherwise, we are subject to marginal error.
* Is that so?
I hope you'll be kind enough to write to me.
Sweet dreams my darling
SJ
4/6/22
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