Living Is Easy With Eyes Closed

For my background

Dear Favorite Internet Friend,
Tobuscus! I pick you! You are hilarious and I enjoy watching your vlogs everyday. It puts me in a great mood. I don't play video games, but one time I watched you play Assassin's Creed for hours because your commentary was so funny. I wish I could meet you. You are really cool. The nerdiest cool person I've ever met.
Love,
Rachel

Dear Ex Boyfriend,
Wha- what? I picked YOU to write a letter to instead of those other guys? Don't get too overzealous because the only reason I picked you for this day is because I'm saving the other boys for different letters. So let's get through the nice things before we get down to business. You were the start of my taste in good music. You treated me nice most of the time. And you are FAKE. Oops I guess I'm done with the nice things. Everyone told me about you. "Him? He's a loser, a prick, a wannabe skater." But I didn't believe them. You stunned me with your good looks and awesome taste in music. But you also did something horrible. You broke up with my friend and then asked me out the next day. I said no at first, but I told her I liked you and she said I could date you. Turns out I was WRONG. I was SO wrong. If I could turn back time I would never have done that. I broke the rules of feminism and you encouraged me to do so. "She's a b*tch! It doesn't matter that she's mad at you!" You injected me with poisonous words. I have no one to thank but the Lord in heaven for helping her to forgive me after we broke up. Next, I'd like to say that you are a horrible snowboarder so it was basically all lies when you said you could go off those big jumps. You are a total tool and you have xbox pajamas. Oh and it looks like you cut your hair with a bowl. The 30 minutes away from each other wasn't working out so well either. The extent of our relationship was basically condensed into a single facebook inbox message. And to think I went out with you for a whole month. You even said you loved me over facebook! And even though I said I did, I most certainly did not. Our dates sucked. I remember I looked really crappy on the second date. And you were too chicken to put your arm around me at the movies. Oh and also, your cousin is a creeper who stalks little middle schoolers but that's okay because I know he is your only friend. Oh, and PLEASE tell the kids who go to your school to stop stalking me, ok? Bye.
- Rachel
p.s. I'm not jewish.

Dear Stranger,
Since we don't know each other, I feel no need to formally introduce myself or greet you in anyway. Moving on. Since you don't know me here are some of the things you might categorize me as: SIut, Major Flirt, Kiss Up, Annoying, Freak, B*tch, Nice, Funny, Cute, Awkward, or just Strange. Some of these things, I am. Some of these things, I am not. And some of these things, I have been in the past. But you, kind (or not) Stranger, may believe whatever you wish to believe but you can not classify it as true fact until you really get to know me. But who am I to justify fact from fiction? I believe that nothing in this world is truly fact, and it is based off theories, which is based off of ideas, which is based off of the thoughts of a normal person like you and me. So maybe you are a kindred spirit, and maybe not, but we do share that in common. Well I'm done with my 18th century-ish type rant.
Farewell,
Rachel
p.s. reading Hard Times by Charles Dickens for english = this.

Dear Dreams,
Where did you go? You used to be so present. At night I'd stare out my bedroom window and I'd think about all the things I wanted to do and all the places I wanted to go. I desperately wanted to escape. It was my dream to travel the world to far and exotic places and see things I've never seen before. But time passed and the wanting faded. The more I learned, the less I yearned for the great open freedom. A wide and vast world was condensed into a simple lesson plan. I know that nothing is better than the actual experience but I somehow got caught up in my life, and now those places I wanted to visit just look like pictures in a textbook instead of new adventures. I've realized this, and I think I'm starting to get back some of my old wonder again. I have the strongest urge sometimes to just run all the way to the moon. Maybe I'll be an astronaut. (That's highly unlikely). When I was younger I wanted to be a photojournalist. I don't think I want to do that anymore. I don't want to write about current events. Now, I mostly want to fall in love. A deep kind of love. With only one person. I want my heart to belong to just this person. I want to get engaged in Paris. I want to stand under a waterfall with them and get soaking wet. I want to sit on beaches at dawn and watch the sun come up. I want to share my life with somebody someday. Someday in the future. You dwell on that fact, don't you? Because you know it may never come true, that's why. And you know what? I don't know if I really WANT the white picket fence. What if I want to live in the fast lane and never grow old? So dreams, as you can tell, I haven't quite figured you out yet. You're kind of a blurry mashup of everything I've ever wanted.
Until I close my eyes,
Rachel

Dear Sibling,
Hello big brother! I just saw you today. How's your life treating you? Small talk. Small talk. Seems to be all we ever do. I know we used to hate each other when we were younger, but now you're officially an adult and things have changed. It seems a bit awkward and stiff between us doesn't it? We don't really have that "siblings are best pals" or "siblings are mortal enemies" thing. We kind of linger in between and for me? That's okay. When you tell people of your latest doings and plans, they frown upon you and shake their heads. "A college dropout?" they say and shake their heads some more, "what a shame..." But secretly, I admire you and think what your aspiring to do is awesome. Opening a record store downtown is the coolest thing ever and I could picture you doing it too. I respect you so much. I think you are the most original and unique person I know. I value your opinion more than anybody else's. Even our parents. I love all the CDs you give me and all the movies you take me to see at the Dryden are awesome. I wish I was as cultured as you are and I wish I knew who I was. You don't know this, but I base my inner values and beliefs off of your own. You think I'm quiet but I'm really just observant of you. I love you!
Love,
Rachel