One Million Tiny Things

Hey Cherry

Hey Cherry,
The funniest thing happened today.  So funny. You probably won't believe me.

Anyway I was at the supermarket when this guy came up and said, "Hey mate". Did I mention how cute he was? Mouth watering gorgeous.  So I gave the most normal response I could conjure on the spot, "Whew finally, I thought you were never gonna come. So are you a werewolf or Vampire? And please tell me that you are king of the whole realm or atleast the alpha of some pack."

And Mr. Gorgeous responds, "Yeah, I was going to ask you to pass me a bag of flour but turns out you have a lot going on. I'll just get it myself no issues." And walks away after hurriedly grabbing at a bag of flour, all while giving me weired looks. You know the way you would look at a two headed giraffe at the zoo.

I stood there stunned for atleast a minute before the events from earlier finally clicked into place in my messed up brain. And oh God , I was beyond embarrassed. I decided to be the bigger person and apologise to the guy, for any mental trauma I caused despite the risk of embarrassing myself further. But looking around I couldn't find him any aisles. I spotted a red car driving away at flash speed though, it might have been him.

Why do I keep doing this?

I mean last week it was that guy in the comic store who was searching for the new spiderman comic when I went over there and practically screamed "Oh my god, Peter, where where you?"

And he just stared at me confused.

Then I asked him if he got his memory wiped by the new villain he was chasing before introducing myself as M.J, his girlfriend.

He ran right out of there, didn't even buy the comic.

And then did I ever tell you about the incident  at the library.

I was looking for a new romance to sink my teeth when I spotted Shawn Mendes. I could have sworn it was him. I mean the hair, the pecs they were all there. So me being me I went, "Hey, you are the fire... my only desire".

Damn, he could have beat a cheetah with how fast he sprinted out of there. He was so fast that I couldn't even get a name. Although in hindsight maybe that should have been the first thing to do, as lame as starting a conversation with "What's your name?" I guess it is practical,  well atleast in situations like this.

In my defense though, who knew the guy could run that fast. It's really not fair, like there was some seriously corrupted system of dividing talent in the Stoke's factory. The machine was already broken by the time the movie was produced,  so maybe it first started malfunctioning around the time we were born.

It's a safe assumption to make right? That we were born around the same time. Seriously if anything I am younger.

Anyway back to the original point. It is really not fair that some people can sing and run while I suck at everything.  Have you heard me sing. Johnny once compared me to the washing machine, not even the one we have now. The old rickety thing we had before this that just suddenly collapsed on itself.

Gimme a sec.

I think I messed up the whole concept of the original point thing. We were talking about something completely different right?

Re-reading...

Okay, figured it out. My problem.

Yeah it has become real serious at this point. I just can't talk to people without mistaking them for someone else or offending them in someway or the other. It is only a matter of time before one of them drag me off to the looney bin.

I'm not sure if I need help. But even I can sense the somberity of the situation. Did I even use that right? But I know one thing if anyone can help me it is you.

Really looking forward to your solution.

Love,
Taylor.

P.S. I am dating your Ex, George. Please don't be mad. That was the real reason I wrote this letter. The earlier part was supposed to fix your mood so you don't go scythe shopping the second you read this, wish with all my heart that it worked.

P.P.S. It is still a very real problem so I am open any suggestions about overcoming it.