I am starting a new category for letters I've written or imagined writing but wouldn't ever send.
In a 2001 journal, I found this letter. I was on a post bar-exam roadtrip with my dear friend, who has since become my Housemate, and we were talking about people we hold unreasonable grudges against, or still feel guilty about mistreating. We offered to take dictation for one another and while driving we drafted some letters, that are funny and somehow serious at the same time. This one is to a girl who was mean to me in 4th or 5th grade:
August 3, 2001
Dear [_________],
We were never friends.
But I felt like a pretty good citizen and likeable soul in fourth and fifth grade. And although I was never a leader of new style trends, I did not feel like the fashion imbecile that you apparently thought me to be. So it was an unwelcome shock to me when you came up to me on the playground and said in a disdainful voice: "Sherry Fowler got Nikes?? I don't BELIEVE it!"
Your unnecessarily mean comment stole the glow from my brand new lavender sneakers with the white swoosh. And the echoes of your comment tainted subsequent prideful glances at my feet. I think it is fair to say that you spoiled the pleasures of Nike ownership for me.
Although I am sure you have forgotten this incident, I am sorry to say that I have not yet found it in my heart to forgive you. Frankly, I find myself hoping to encounter you at reunion and find that your life is pathetic. I am not proud of this. But at the same time I believe that you knew what you were doing and I hope that life has made you more gracious.
Sincerely,
Scheherazade Fowler
P.S. My life is richly satisfying and I was first in my law school class.
Cute letter !!
Posted by: wab | July 23, 2005 at 05:06 PM
This is awesome. I love the P.S.
Posted by: | July 23, 2005 at 09:27 PM
If you can still hold a grudge, can I still tell you that lavender nike's with a white swoosh sound adorable?
Posted by: a | July 25, 2005 at 10:50 AM
This immediately made me think of my biggest grudge from fourth grade.
Dear ___,
It's none of your business whether I eat my lunch or not. I can't believe you told on me! You were so lame and I bet you STILL ARE.
Sincerely,
CM
You know, I feel better already.
Posted by: CM | July 25, 2005 at 02:02 PM