An Open Letter

I guess my feelings were distilled down into a few neat bins. One was the feeling of putting a stencil of other people’s common problems over mine – of how someone wanted to do things with someone else rather than me, but I’m not sure how much that applies here. It still does drag at my chest a little bit more than I’d like. Another is I guess just the overall impression of their experiences and choices, and how I tie into that history. I feel like there are some red flags staring at me in the face that I somewhat choose to ignore, but I’m feeling a slight red tint from the corners of my vision that scares me.