1000 Words: Part III

I also happen to believe that psychology is the greatest thing ever. And unlike you, whose goal in life is to make money and a name for yourself, I want to help people. If you want to shun me for that, so be it. If you think that this friendship cannot survive because I want to help someone conquer their fear of flying so they can visit their friend across the country, then I don’t think I need it. I’ve been advised not to put an ultimatum on this, but I am fed up with your attack on my personality. I value your friendship, I really do. Most of the time I greatly enjoy our conversations, but it is times like this, when you insult who I am and what I long to be that I wonder how much I really need it. You like to pick out random traits of mine and condemn me for them, saying they are the reason Kelsey never speaks to me anymore (who is also studying psychology, I should remind you). I know that my personality has flaws. Whose doesn’t? My sense of humor has been called cruel, and, due to a lack of general intelligence, I like to prove my intelligence where it exists. You do it as well, with your large words and explanations that rarely fall short of 20 words. Quite frankly, I am sick and tired of people who assume things about me because I say that I am studying psychology. I question things. I question everything. Searching for answers is my favorite thing to do. Call it a loss of faith if you want, but don’t fool yourself into thinking that I will ever change for you. I like my imperfections.

I also need to congratulate you. This is second longest letter I have written. Mind you, you’re nowhere near close to the winner of that prize, nor should you think that you ever shall be. Your ratio of words wasted on me to the words I waste on you is also quite impressive. 15-20 wasted for 1000 is really something.

Goodbye.