Greetings Betty Swain,
Your blog post has shown me that there are other people out there that are
as isolated as I am. I may not be in a spaceship thousands of miles away from earth, but I too am in my own little world. This week has not been a pleasant one for Podrick. I have been hit with a wave of sickness. It seems as I get older, I get sick more often. It is never severe, and only lasts a few days, but I hate having a runny nose. Anyways, I have found the idea of a drug to help with heartbreak extremely interesting. Although I have never experienced romantic love in my life, and probably never will (unless I meet an 8-inch darling that shares my love for tea) I do get very attached to the people I live with. Some may say that it doesn’t count as a real relationship as nearly every person I lived with, except for Henry, wasn’t even aware of my existence. That doesn’t change the fact I grow to love the people I love with. Being 323 years old I’ve seen the people I love grow old and die. You think it would get easier after happening so many times, but it doesn’t. Sometimes I wonder if getting so attached in the first place is even worth it as it is just a heartbreak waiting to happen. This is why I am so interested in this almost magic seeming heartbreak pill! What I would do to relieve my heart of the pain of hundreds of loved ones that I have lost. A day doesn’t go by where I don’t think about Henry. It usually starts with a happy memory of our late-night talks, but very quickly my smile is weighed down by solemnness of reality. If this pill can truly help with heartbreak, I may have to take an adventure to my local pharmacy and indulge in some thievery. As much as I hate stealing as it brings pain upon the humans, it is a necessity for my survival. I hope that the pharmacist will understand that the medication will be put to good use. What I fear is that if this pill does alleviate my heartbreak, will it remove the attachment I hold to the ones that I love. Is that a trade I am willing to make? As sad as this sounds the heartbreak is the only thing that binds me to my past loved ones. Am I willing to break the only thing that tethers me to them? There is no doubting that if this pill will make me a happier and lighter creature, but the weight of heartbreak has become something that has become such an integral part of my life. It is almost as if I have a Stockholm syndrome to these more bitter than sweet attachments. I need to spend some time pondering whether I should take this pill? Ironically, Henry would know what to do in this situation, he was always good at helping me with emotional quandaries. This blog post took an unexpectedly somber turn. I can feel my eyes starting to swell up and it appears that I have misplaced my handy handkerchief. Goodnight Friends, I think it may be time to get some much-needed sleep.
Sincerely,
Podrick
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