Organizational letters that never happen but probably should,
Dear Left Hand,
How *are* you?
I have no idea what’s been up with you and I miss you.
I mean, there are things that I can do by myself, I’m self sufficient really — but other tasks that I really need you for. Otherwise it’s a mess.
I mean - I can smoke a cigarette by myself. But to hold a squishy fat juicy burger I need you. To mouse and click around, I can do that by myself, but to type in those great ideas, it’s better when we’re both on board.
We were supposed to coordinate that bathroom visit and man, was that horrible without you. I guess you showed up early and I showed up late. I just know that trying to yank up the pants around my ass without you was neither efficient nor enjoyable experience. In fact, it was kinda shitty.
But I won’t get into that or the past. And the imagery. Ew.
I know you’ve been hiding in pocket. I know occasionally you’re clapped over mouth. I know occaisonally you’re scratching ass without me. That’s fine. You need your space. That’s cool. But *come on*. We gotta get it together.
Just know, I miss you.
Love,
The Right Hand
PS: That “stranger” thing the other night… it’s cool for you to surprise me sometimes but that’s an extracurricular we’ll talk about later.
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