Dear Homer,
Remember that big freak-out I had Saturday morning about Asa Corn? Remember all I could do was spit and look all menacing and acted really weird because I couldn’t articulate what I was trying to say?
Remember me sputtering?
Well, my pal Aunt B. has a few words for a young person she also has in her life that is Asa Corn’s age. She doesn’t sputter. She didn’t even stutter once like I did:
First, you are embarking on what can be the most difficult time in your life. It won’t necessarily be. I don’t want to freak you out unnecessarily. But you’re so smart and 13-18 seems pretty much designed to make smart, confident, outgoing kids’ lives into weird hells. Part of this is just life. Part of it is that, for the first time, you’ll be facing incredibly important challenges and you won’t have anything to judge it against. Believe me. Your whole life, you will find you have put your faith in the wrong people. The first time it happens, it sucks so bad you almost can’t believe a person can go through it and live. But after a few times, you start to recognize the people that are no good for you long before it gets to the point where they can hurt you.
Please go read the rest over there. She says it better than I can and you’ll see what she’s talking about when you head to her place.
Damn words. I just don’t know how to always use them with people I love. So I’ll let B. do it for me.
I love you, Homer.
Your Sister,
Newscoma
on Nov 17th, 2007 at 8:44 am
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