Captain Vating

Some people are really captivating. The following blog contains subliminal messages for two reasons (or more):

1. Subliminal messages are noncommittal.
2. I'm kind of using the word "subliminal" wrong.
3. This is going to be more like those articles and books that change the real names and locations and dates due to privacy or some impending doom that will immediately rear its ugly head upon revealing the real names and locations and dates.
4. Said doom is probably more similar to embarrassment as a result of telling the truth. Truth meaning life as I see it now.
5. I'm kind of using the word "embarrassment" wrong.
6. Does anyone read my blog? I wonder sometimes. Not in a bad way or in a way I think people should or should not read it... I just mean I really wonder if anyone ever notices it.
7. Let me know if you read my blog. Even if you're a random. I read a lot of blogs. I probably wouldn't tell the people who wrote them though. I wouldn't want them to think I'm a weird one. So if you don't want to, you don't have to tell me.
8. If you do tell me, I promise I won't think you're weird.

Now that we've cleared that up, let the fun begin...

It's a lot of pressure to start a blog with some sort of implication that it will be fun. Just being honest. Standards.

Idea! I'm going to write my subliminal-embarrassment-date-name-location-messages as letters! Letters are like messages. Letters are messages.

Dear Person A,

Stop making me put more epic than not feelings into text messages. It's getting annoying. No one wants to change you. Your perception of people perceiving you in a correctly perceptive manner is not real. Nothing is real. No one will get you. No one claims to. Stop putting walls up or you will miss out on something special. You will learn from other people (even the dumb ones). Don't be the dumb one.

That said, you have a beautiful, wonderful, sunshiney soul. In truth, you're more turquoise/teal even though I want to be those colors and I'm more yellow/orange/red even though you want to be more those colors. If we swapped life lessons, we'd probably fill in all the gaps. Isn't that a pretty thought? I know you are thinking that right now. You're thinking "that's a pretty thought!". Double punctuation seems incorrect but I don't care sucka!

You told me to write a blog. The funny thing is I started this 20 seconds before you sent that in a message. I almost sent a little something back but I decided I'd mention it here instead. Sometimes I think we are more like one unit. We serve different functions but separated we're just a little useless. Together we fight for independence. Like we must define the line which separates us. We must prove it's there just to talk about how it's not there. Don't fight it anymore. It exists. We're just as much dependent as independent. We're a little bit country and a little bit rock n' roll. I don't really know what that means for you or for me. I'm just writing you a subliminal message to do with what you will. You're lovely and you know that. Somewhere deep down in that ever-changing turquoise/teal heart of yours, you know how this works, you know how everything fits, you know how very beautiful your soul is and will be forever and ever. Stop fighting everything!!!!!! STOPPPPPPPP!!!!! See, you're captivating.

Sincerely,

Person C

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Dear Person B,

You too are of the teal nature. Though that would not seem to be your obvious color choice. You have a magnetic energy and sometimes I think "Hmmm why am I drawn to certain people"... I'm still thinking. OK, I give up. Sometimes I wonder what you're thinking. I just go person by person thinking what I'm thinking they're thinking and it's easy... until I get to you. I want to know you're story. Oh! That would be a good pick up line! Gentlemen take note, I just made up a new pickup line for you. Although, it may be gently used as I do not already know if it exists. I would like to know everyone's story, but especially yours. See, I had this goal/dream/whatever label you'd like to throw at it of meeting every single person in the world. Like legitimately meeting every single person in the world face-to-face and saying hi. In some language. When I grew older and slightly more realistic at the tender age of 12ish, I realized how extensive this mass introduction would be so I narrowed it down a little and changed it to meeting every single person in the US of A. More doable. I think the little self version of you had a similar goal- maybe the same one. I don't know why I'm rambling. Thinking about talking to you makes me ramble. In my head. Or in my blog. I just think about all the stuff I want to ask you because for some reason I've already decided that you have this incredible store of knowledge and wonderful stories that I would like to dip into. You have a very calm heart. So that's it. You're magnetic and beautiful and colorful, thus captivating.

Sincerely,

Person C

Okay, thanks for listening. Reading, rather. Let me know if you read this. You can reply anonymously I believe. Oh how different life would be if we were able to act anonymously more often. Don't worry about who these letters are to- suck any truth or non-truth out of them and throw the rest out into the universe.

Bye!