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The Lack of Love Letters

Why have Love Letters gone out of vogue? Why are they no longer popular to be written? It is as if the love that used to exist in this world has taken on a new form and a new way of being expressed. Indeed, it used to be that a man or woman was judged on their actions, not simply how they navigated a person’s psychology.

Love is hard and difficult and now it is as if folks are looking for the hack, the work around to get it done quicker or harder.

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Result: Here are 20 articles distilled down into manageable bite sized facts that will inform you how most female brains work and how you can use a twisted evolutionary human biology to your advantage only to realize that these tricks will work too well.

Instead of all that why don’t we take risks anymore? Reach out from across the void of our own existence and put pen to paper for someone we think we love and express that. Perhaps, the words never meant as much as we thought they did and it is all propaganda from the Love Corporations who wanted us to spend money on pens and papers. Now that those mediums are obsolete Big Love is trying to make us buy into the other modes of expression. Don’t write your feelings down like some 20th century sap, no; use our crafted emote pictures to really express yourself.

Do you love this woman? Does the yearning in your soul make you wish that you could simultaneously rip out your beating heart and pounding brains and smash them together to make them stop moving to the rhythm of your longing? Well, fear not, citizen. We have just the tiny animated picture for you!

It also takes time to write a Love Letter and this may be why they have gone extinct. You see, in the time it takes to write a love letter one must spend that time thinking about the words to write down on the page. These words are inspired by the feeling inside you and for an effective Love Letter one must allow these feeling to flow from the interior down into the ink that is hitting the page. Prolonged thought on a subject causes an individual to explore different facets of the idea. In the time it takes to write a Love Letter one may come to find that they never really loved the individual in the first place. Or, quite possibly the opposite. That all those feelings have been reaffirmed and made stronger.

Perhaps, this is more a treatise against time and the distillation of our efforts to fall in love. Everything is quickened now and optimized. So, as a result so to may our thoughts and decision making promise. No longer is it acceptable to spend some time and think about how one feels or how to even put into words. If we have the inkling of a feeling we can express it immediately and directly onto someone else.

I didn’t even get started on sex…

Unloved.

I think the reason I set up shop in an illegal bar on the Moon was to have a purpose. You see, I have come to find that men as a species are expendable and always will be. I have seen wars come and go, various man-made disasters, and the other kind that seem like an act of God. In each of these I have seen the breach filled with human lives. Eaten up and destroyed, sometimes to return; more often than not to disappear.

I have played my part in these. I was lucky in a few cases to be thrown into the breach and come up for sweet air afterwards. Many of those who went with me did not fare as well. Others were scarred by it and they are the haunting reminder of what came to pass. I see them in my bar whether they are real or not I still pour the drink to honour them.

I have come to know a great tragedy and that is when a man is unloved. I have seen boys killed, dying in silence, pure courage in the face of final knowledge that no one will suffer heartbreak at their passing. These men are often mourned as a group, but by and large the individual is forgotten.

It is why I seek purpose in my little bar. I fulfill a need for those who seek inebriated distraction, which is an important aspect of our society. Yet, even here in my domain I see the boys who are unloved and who move through life largely unmalevolent. I see them as the ones who stand just outside the group, the lonely drinker, or the fellas paying for drinks in the small hope that later that evening he may disguise pleasure as love for a few moments at least.

It helps that I serve a purpose. It helps to have my patrons to focus on to distract me from the oppressive truth that I am indeed unloved. I will say this to the passerby who feels as I do that there is some benefit to our condition. It is that we can move through life untethered and without fear that when greatness or opportunity knocks we will need not hesitate to answer the call.

It is why so many idealistic boys go into the breach. It is why we are expendable. Because many of us are unloved and seek greatness as a substitute.