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I know Canadians aren’t like Americans. American soldiers fight for freedom, but that’s too grandiose for us. We’re more low-key, aren’t we? Somehow, IMHO, that makes it all the more powerful.
We don’t fight for freedom.
For the free world.
We fight because it’s just.
But war isn’t just.
It’s inherently unfair.
See my struggle?
Anyhoo, I didn’t mean to get depressing, so let’s shift things back on track. I need like for like. What’s your fave candy, person, and place?
CJ
PS, I’m going to buy some selenite and charge it in the sun for you. Not sure if the vibrations will make it to wherever you are, BUT I can try.
CJ,
I’m not offended. You’re right. War is dumb. End of.
War is unjust.
War isn’t glorious.
War is chaos and misery and pain.
War is loss.
Being a soldier is somehow what I imagined and somehow not. And even though your letters can be jarring because you ask tough questions… you ARE a reminder.
It’s easy to forget what home looks like when you’re deployed. I don’t need a care package - thank you, though - your letters are exactly what I need.
The internet informs me that selenite heals, promotes peace, mental clarity, and well-being. Those are great things to emanate. Nothing to be ashamed of at all. And I pinkie promise you that I won’t ever tell a soul about the crystals, especially not Z.
(I admit I’m curious about the ‘Z.’ Is she a Zoe? I can’t help think that’s obvious though, so maybe it’s Zara?)
I went deeper into this brujería stuff than I should have. A part of me is wondering if I stayed with this ex I once had because she bewitched me. Honestly, we were so bad together that the onlyreason I stuck around could’ve been because she pulled some witchery on me.
In fact, I feel better knowing this, so thank you!
My poor decision-making processes in the past had nothing to do with being young and had everything to do with witchcraft. I’m joking, I’m joking! Don’t come at me with your Warheads.
Though, my best friend back home is in this fucked-up relationship with this bitch and she’s definitely the kind who’d hide her panties in his coffee jar. In fact, when I visit, I might just check his kitchen.
Seriously, brujería is helping me rationalize a lot of things in my dating history.
Back on topic, fave candy has to be Mackintosh toffee. Kinda old-fashioned, I guess, but I really love it. It reminds me of my uncle (on my father’s side). He never left the house without a pack of toffee on him and he’d share it with us. Us being my two brothers and me. I have three, but the third was practically a baby when our uncle died. After he passed, it took me a while to eat toffee again because it reminded me of him, but after, it made me feel good. Funny how food does that. The great connector.
Uncle would come out with these pearls of wisdom about life too. Jesus, I haven’t thought about that in years. Haven’t thought about how much I miss him, either.
Shit.
Okay, changing the subject…
Why do you like your tongue to bleed when you have sour sweets?