Day 7
Dear _______,
This letter is supposed to be for an ex-boyfriend. I lack this commodity. So, instead I’m going to write it to someone else, someone who doesn’t fit well in any of the other categories.
You’re a nice person. I like you. But I wish you would not be quite so very aware of your own intellectual prowess. Well, that is annoying, but more to the point, I wish you did not seem to think yourself intellectually superior to those around you. Namely, me. I’m probably overreacting—I’m quite certain you don’t mean anything by it—but please, don’t mistake sweetness for stupidity. Just because I’m easygoing doesn’t mean I’m incapable of flattening people in a debate if necessary. I might even be able to flatten you in a debate, depending on the topic. So, please don’t underestimate me. And even if you are smarter/more logical—which is certainly conceivable—don’t you see how very little it matters?
I’d like to be friends. But there is more in Heaven and Earth than in your philosophy, and a lot more to me than you may give me credit for.
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