I didn't imagine you a cartoonist. Tell me that it was you who doodled the space tortoise on your card, not somebody who is intercepting and reading our mail. You can also tell me that I'm paranoid if you feel inclined to state the obvious.
I only knew who Jack the Ripper was. I actually had to look the other two names up and then read their wikipedia articles because I got lost in a true crime black hole that did nothing for my aforementioned possible paranoia. The good news is that I am no longer worried that somebody might intercept our cards in order to draw silly turtles in the stars. I now believe that if somebody is reading our mail, they could be a serial killer. Kidding.
I do see what you mean about serial killers writing letters. I wonder if letter writing is common practice for killers of all kinds. I have heard that death row in most penitentiaries attracts a great deal of pen pals. Are you a killer, Scully? Asking earlier may have been impolite, but it also didn't occur to me until now. Do not feel inclined to answer if the query worries you. I would rather talk to you about nothing at all for days than something more cumbersome that leads to only one postcard more.
What is unrealistic about a poly-amorous nudist commune? Aside from the fact that they always seem to collapse due to drug busts or Charles Manson(I got lost in a wikipedia killer loop!)?
I will tell you about weakness. But please, please Scully understand that I know it is fucked up. I see it for what it is, and I know it is there, and I do not know how to make it be otherwise. Also please understand that I am speaking of weakness in regard to only myself. I think it is overly hopeful to trust in another person completely. To be ruled all by your heart and not by your head. To have the nerve to get hurt by it all when you knew better the whole time, it feels like weakness. The joke here is that avoiding these things is likely to be the actual weakness. I admire people of great faith and lovers who don't back down. But I know these things are the exception, not the rule. I believe the problem is that I have faced these emotions before. They got the best of me and I haven't been the same since.
I'm not sure what I believe, honestly. Are we taking the universe question further than science? Because I was not raised in a very religious home, but my parents had been. It trickles down on occasion, from what I've seen.
I would save everyone in the world that I could touch, without a doubt, if I wasn't a coward. If they were worth saving. Which actually means that I wouldn't want to know beforehand if they were worth saving or not. Why would you tell more people no? Do you get walked all over?
Promise me that you will get Chinese food tomorrow. It is night now and I am watching the stars, fantasizing about hot and sour soup. If this letter should somehow not find you for a full day, get that takeout the day after tomorrow. I will do the same and we can read one another our fortune cookie fortunes.
When you've been hurt as much as I have, Scully, it begins to feel like your own fault for giving somebody a chance in the first place. Especially after knowing better. I keep extending an olive branch to the rest of the world and then get to act hurt when I'm the one that sets it on fire. I find that it's best to have the fire extinguisher on hand, even if it's hidden behind your back. This is how I self-destruct. A hug, be it romantic or friendship in format, isn't very felt by the other party when you're only using one arm, I've found. I let people in all of the time, I find that my true talent comes at driving them away.
I'm impractical, Scully. I'm ruled by all of the emotions that I don't want to be. And yes, the moon is the most beautiful I've seen it in a long time.