To Whom It May Concern,

It is ironic really; I have heard many names given to me by loved ones and enemies. Ill-disposed and spiteful, classifications and labeling, false applications to a person with no ill intent. Labels given to me with false assumptions. You ask me why I appear despondent, yet before an answer can formulate, you create your own. You say that I am dispassionate, sullen and bitter. But that is far from the truth. I don’t intend to validate my contentment with unnecessary gestures meant to reassure you. Take to heart that when I say I am happy, it is not a lie, for I am.

You impart on me to be affectionate and considerate of others, and I genuinely wish to know why. Do you ask me to be kind to assure yourself of your worth? It is ridiculous really; I am told to be friendly, to construct a group of associates that I may spend my time with, and again I ask: why? Dishonesty is shunned between members of a group meant to care for each other, yet words of authenticity without a coat of honey are just as bad. It is practically paradoxical that I am told to be myself, yet am asked to hide my words in wool, so as not to hurt the sensitive feelings of others.

I do not desire to burden myself with those around me who are distressed by the delivery of my words, and those who discount the meaning and my sincerity because of my lack of sensitivity. Those in my life who truly care, are not broken by my brusque personality, or the discourteousness of my point of view. In fact, our disputes are quite exhilarating, our disputes are refreshing; I find they too have less than appealing ways of delivering ideas, but I do not mind. I would much rather a point be made, than to worry about softening the blow. I do sincerely apologize for the inconvenience my preferences may cause your feelings, for my malevolent, malicious words and actions. But please, be aware, I don’t intend to change.

Satirically,

Juliana