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Ok Melody, listen up. Truthie Ruthie here to help an old friend.

 

You don't get a second chance to make a first ... Quick! First thought that popped up ... I wonder where my copy of A Confederacy of Dunces is I read in college and carried around with me like an In Case of Emergency tampon? Let me jot down a few thoughts about the internal and external worlds. After sleeping in you didn't go to work because you thought it was your day off. TRANSLATION: boss man says let's put this flake on the shortlist to get riffed (always happens Qtr4). What really occurred? You stayed up all night putzing about with your novel. I mean, c'mon! That's the real work, right? WRITE WRITE WRITE!!! Your endearing yet off-putting dreamy far-away-ness (Ooh, and the way you listen. Eyes wide, head bent, lips doing that funny pucker thing. You ain't heard a word I said, but boy do you put on a good show!) is due to you living in two realms at once. You can bounce between one plane of existence to the other, but it leaves you breathless and blurry around the edges. People just think you're a messy mouth-breather. They give you a wide berth but think you're friendly enough. OBSERVATION AND A BIT OF UNSOLICITED ADVICE: We are all judged and we are all judgmental. The trick is to own your quirks and prejudices and know you are whole in spite of your disheveled self. This is why when someone offers you love, take it. BUT BUT BUT!!! No overthinking. THE CHOICES: Be you or be someone else. You're in for a ride no matter what (don't worry sweet cheeks, you're still my girl.)