Mr. Tales-Another day

            Dear Friend,

            I am sorry to hear about the inconsideration from your friend.  I hope him a speedy recovery from his changed demeanor and you a great birthday in which you deserve. 

            Today is one of those days where I’m sure as a fellow INFP seem too common.  Yes, today I feel rather blue and would like to write about it.

            From the time I wake up, to the time till I give in to sleep, I come to same conclusion that life is pointless.  It seems rather redundant; to feed this machine with varied inputs when regardless the output is always fecal matter.  I guess I’m sort of drawn to the tragic melancholy of love and life.   As an idealist, I tend to envision perfection, thus I am entertained with the inevitable disappointment in seemingly every circumstance. 

            This makes it seem even odder that I am so compassionate about world change, striving so hard to make pointlessness more pleasant for everyone.  I admit care so little about myself, and not in a heroic selfless sense.

            I am narcissistically withdrawn from society; I feel that most people have nothing legitimate to offer me.  I am so easily empathetic towards all walks of life, yet deep down I feel that everyone is too imperfect to deserve anything including myself.  Though I still love with all my heart, and would give affection to anyone if only to get a smile in return.

            I sometimes feel my whole purpose is a contradiction within itself, but then I think, that life does matter to some people and I want to make it better for them. 

Sincerely,

Tales

Miss Love- a friend, and birthdays

Dear Sir,


That is really interesting. I think people like the closeness, but having your own room would be beneficial. My Birthday Is coming soon. I do not really know what to think. I hope it turns out good. Who really knows right?

I watched a movie with a friend. He was in a bad mood. I felt bad for him because his eye was really hurting. I had told him that when he was ill stricken I would help him. I honestly did not realize that a hurt eye was a part of that. I guess it is what it is. I hope he is feeling better. He was not his normal nice self.



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Miss Love

Mr. Tales- Sleeping Arrangements

Dear Friend,         

            I have known for some time now that if I were to move into a house/apartment/trailer/castle or whatever it may be with a girl(imaginary or real) that I would prefer to have separate rooms. (Preferably in close proximity)  I came to this conclusion without taking a practical stance on the issue; it was purely feeling philosophy at the time. 

            I think that couples too often compromise self when intertwined in a serious relationship.  They tend to assimilate to the person’s desires and lose sight of the qualities that once made them unique.  I myself can attest to this, and have watched numerous others do the same. 

            Your room isn’t just a place to sleep and store your stuff; it’s the material manifestation of your personality.  You decide the color, the flow, how to decorate the walls.  Your room is your sanctuary and you should never have to give it up no matter how old or what stage of the relationship you’re in. 

            I think the ability to miss someone is often overlooked when assessing the beauty of relationships.  Time to reflect and reminisce only add to your next encounter. The feeling of longing accompanies you like a shadow with anticipation or excitement. 

            Now the romantic might be quick to combat a proposal of arranged sleeping separation, which is usually reserved for the aftermath of oral bouts. (or in some cases physical)  However, I would propose this with romance in mind.  Imagine your significant other knocking on your door with a bowl of popcorn and a few movies, requesting a slumber party.  Or severe weather is frightening you to the point where you can’t sleep, so you sneak into your partner’s room to snuggle.  The possibilities for cuteness are endless!

            After reading “Dreamland: Adventures in the science of sleep” by David Randall I have some practical reasons to support room separation.  Women suffer more from a shared bed because they are lighter sleepers and aren’t proned to parasomnia like their counterparts.  In an experimental study, researchers surveyed participants if they were getting better sleep with or without their new partner.  A majority of the couples answered: with their partner, when the length of their brain waves observed while sleeping would say otherwise.  Sharing a bed with someone is a relatively new idea and has quickly become the social norm.  When asking new couples why they share room together the most frequent answer was: because that’s what you’re supposed to do.  Consistent quality REM sleep keeps the mind stable leading to a healthier relationship all around.

             It is predicted that by 2016 more than half the houses built in the U.S. will have split master bed rooms.  So maybe my thinking isn’t as intuitive as I thought, regardless where do you lie? ( puns!)

Sincerely,

Tales

Miss Love- letter three

Dear Sir,




     I often wonder if I am the antagonistic in someone else's story. Maybe my "book" is some cruel sick joke... A tragic story of some sort. I am not boring I guess you can say. I am the eccentric that likes to hide away from people.... Yet people will not let me hide away from them. Sometimes I get a bit upset with them. Then I seem selfish hiding myself away when people want more. Or maybe they are the selfish ones. I really do not know for sure. I do not want to be a butterfly. They do not life very long, and I like my quiet time that I get alone.
     When I am home I often get a lot of alone time. I really like it. I guess people aren't really my thing. I have lots that I think about, and the future is one of those things. I often wonder what it holds and where it is going to take me. Your life is your story to write. That is kind of hard to be true. I feel there is not much that one can control. I do not like that very much. It is a bit unnerving. What ever will happen with my story I just have to wait and see where it takes me.





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Miss Love

Mr. Tales- Author of Life

Dear Friend,            

           I frequently hear people say that “you are the author of your own life” or something along those lines in hopes of being inspirational.  After having authored a few stories I can assure you I am not writing my own life story.  I certainly wouldn't have chosen a setting as plain as South Dakota, nor a climate so unpredictable.  I have little say in the characters, let alone how their actions will reshape the plot.  I’m lacking the charisma and charm of a lead protagonist, and my story arch has run flat in the past few years. 

            Yes the future is mad with the pen; it withholds the next chapters of your life.  Constantly editing and rewriting the next scene, so that the ending makes sense. And maybe not from your perspective but remember that it is not your story.  You might not even be the protagonist; I often feel that I am just a side character in my little brother’s story.  That the great and the tragic will happen to him, and my life will amount to nothing more than a footnote at the bottom of the page. 

            Yet here I am, still craving the next scene, the next chapter, the grand finale.  The genius of Mother Nature and her magic with the pen, even her most lack luster stories keep us enthralled to the end.

Sincerely,

Tales

Miss Love- letter two

Dear Sir,




      It is so strange to think about. I mean the future and all. The future of the world. Sometimes I wonder how people can be so mean to each other. I don't really get why people can't just realize that everyone is different. No one is the same. Who cares if some one is in love with someone of the same sex? Is it just as well that they can love. The most beautiful thing is knowing love. Sometimes I wonder if I will ever know love. Maybe I already do or maybe I truly never will really know it. It sounds so wonderful. Yet I refuse to let my heart know hate. My step sister I really feel so bad for her, because all she knows is hate. If things aren't her way or you try to correct her on it she gets so mad and angry. She tries to make you look or fell like you are the bad one. She did that to me on a few accounts. I never got a sorry. I was working on debate stuff, and I needed the downstairs lighting. I had the TV on, and my step sister turned it on for what ever reason. She said that I had it on, but I had went to the bathroom. Then I got yelled at for using the TV to much. That was when I used profane words. I told my step dad to go fuck himself, and that his daughter was a bitch. I also told him that he was totally one sided. That I was working on my debate for that Saturday. I was clearly down stairs first. That she had a perfectly good TV in her room with Dish. Her argument was that it was too small. My mom made me even more mad when she just sat there. Ashley taunted me she always tried make my life not so nice. One day she told me that I was smart but I could never keep a job. Yet she was the Jobless one. I know how to keep my jobs. I know how to be nice yet still get what I want. She did not understand that. I don't talk to her much, and now her father is disappointed in her. He tried for a long time to hold her up and make her look as good as me. It is hard I guess. Weird I normally don't talk about her. I get really mad, and I don't like that. I don't hate her, I just feel sorry for her.



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Miss Love

Mr. Tales- Life is Miserable

Dear Friend,

         Life is miserable sometimes.  I often wonder what will truly matter in the end.  Relationships, objects, legacy, if all or if any.  My biggest fear is that I will never become the man I dream to be.  That for whatever circumstance or inexcusable reason I will leave the world in the toxic state is currently breathes.  I admit I have a rather bleak view on the fate of humanity now and in generations to come, but I know that I have been given a golden heart, and if given purpose I could change the outcome, even if just a little.  I don’t know where life will take me, if everywhere or nowhere at all.  I do know that if given a chance to peek into my future I would decline without hesitation, because the mystery of life makes the misery seem kind of okay.

Sincerely, 
Mr. Tales

Miss Love letter one

Dear, Sir




     Life is a mystery sometimes. I often wonder about where my life is taking me. Who I really am I, and what I am meant to do. My biggest fear is to be some failure. I don't want to be someone living in South Dakota doing nothing, but working at a dead end job, and trying to raise a family. I guess I want to be much more than that. I feel education is the one thing that can set people free. I mean I try so hard at things, and sometimes it all just melts away. I want to be a part of something bigger than myself. I wonder if one day that will happen.










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Miss Love