Dear Friend

I’m writing to you because today i don’t know where else to go nowadays. My brother is probably off in some corner thinking of his own thoughts in a way that will spin his head around until he has to find some way to “expand” his mind to think more and quite honestly, he’s the only friend i’ve truly had in all my years on this planet. Now he’s more interested in why the brain perceives the world as it does instead of going out and actually perceiving that world, but it’s his life. I just wish it didn’t affect my life so much as well. But i really shouldn’t start off this whole thing complaining about my brother without telling you about us first so, here it goes.

My brother Alec has always been that person who’s always the most charming and brilliant person in the room. You don’t just notice casually when he’s there. You are enraptured beyond reason by how he delicately plays with your notions and ideals in casual conversation. He doesn't receive that same pleasure talking to you though, he’s not even slightly interested. It’s almost impossible to intrigue him with your own thoughts because he most likely has already cooked up that idea, spun it in 500 different directions, than was carried away by an even unique idea than whatever your brain considered genius. I guess that’s the downside to being so unique, you’re the only one who can entertain you. I haven't been his only friend like he’s been mine, but i know i’ve been his closest because he once told me that i was “curious”. For Alec thats the equivalent of an angst stricken teenager telling you all the intricate details of her last one sided relationship after she just got dumped by note. I guess then it’s not a surprise to me that he turned to those other substances to open his mind, because nothing else could intrigue him anymore. I would help him but, i honestly don’t think trying to steer him off that path would be helping anymore. It’s the only way he can think at his level anymore after years of thoughts, even if it is only ephemeral. Just thinking about that conundrum pisses me off beyond belief from how helpless i feel. Alec is too dazzling for even himself

As for me well, i’m a wallflower. I’ve never participated in discussion or debate or anything really outside of school. I immerse myself in succeeding in school because quite honestly, outside of alec, i don’t have a life outside of school. Ever since the halloween dance of freshman year, i just have become more and more distant with that world. So i’m writing to you dear friend. Hopefully you’ll appreciate this letter and accept the open offer of reading others i send your way. You right now are my life outside of school. I’ll end this letter with an epiphany i had the other day while watching alec scribble about over his math notes about “phanerons” and “solipsism”. No matter how odd we are, or insane our minds are made out to be, we are part of something much bigger, so large we are only specks in the flow of ideas and notions that men like alec create. In the moment you realize how small we are because of how much there is out there just floating around, you also realize we are infinite in our own ideas.












Your Friend






The Wallflower