I haven’t heard from you in a long time, so I felt writing you a letter would be appropriate. In this age of instant communication, I’ve noticed that you’ve gone dormant. It’s as though you’ve fallen off the face of the earth. I get it, I have times where I just want to curl into a ball and let my responsibilities melt away. Practically every day I have a moment or two like that, but I can’t act on such a desire without losing my footing.
I don’t know if you can consistently manage to sidestep life’s persistent nagging by using your hands-off method. Are you able to shut it all out like a professional athlete? Do you just not need social interaction on a regular basis? Your lifestyle intrigues and alarms me at the same time.
Have you ever thought about taking on a pupil, someone with whom to share your worldview? If you’re even remotely interested in that kind of arrangement, I’d be an eager student. You wouldn’t even need to do any teaching, per se. I’d be content just to co-exist with you on a somewhat routine basis, to soak up the lack of urgency that you embody.
Since I’ve already tried to contact you by phone, email, Facebook and LinkedIn to no avail, I send off this letter as a way of showing that I can use old school methods of communication to be a friend. I know that you’ve always prided yourself on your penmanship, and I’m sure you know that I would just love to get a hand-written letter from you. There’s nothing you can’t tell me, buddy. Write me back, okay? I want you think about my proposition.