Dear (possible) partner in world domination,
Many people often worry when it comes to meeting new people, nervous that they won’t get along or that they will be unable to adjust to each other’s quirks. Humans, being an innately self-conscious species, automatically think that everybody else is magnifying our flaws, talking about us, and judging us. In actuality, we are our own biggest critics. It is often said that the lens through which we view the world has us at the center and the rest of civilization orienting themselves in relation to us, a mindset that dates as far back as the creation of the Holy Scriptures that dictate that the Sun revolves around the Earth. But as with the Copernicus theory, it doesn’t.
Indeed, one of the benefits of being from my native year-round-summer, deeply Southern, food- loving, Saints-worshipping New Orleans is that the weird is normal and the norm, disregarded. Therefore, I don’t worry that we’ll get along like two peas in a pod of awesomeness, because perhaps you, like me, share a love of classic 80s arena rock, three hour long Bollywood movies, raspberry cheesecake, comforter forts, handmade Ganesha tapestries, and performing original comedy parodies of Mindy Kaling and Tina Fey. Or perhaps not. In either case, I’m sure that like the old married couple who said they came from a time when if something was broken, they fix it, not throw it away, we too can make it work. And hey, if we don’t, you can always hit backspace and BOOM! I’m out of your life as quickly as I entered. So don’t sweat it. Through this website I’m creating for my English Autoethnography class, I’m just hoping to open up my world to you just a little bit so you can get an idea of how others live, and who knows? One day we might just meet, and you can say, “You’re that girl from New Orleans right?” Till then, stay gold Ponyboy.
Anonymously,
Lekha Thangada
P.S. If you read this laughably long epithet, dude…you’re seriously awesome. I already consider you to be a friend.
Many people often worry when it comes to meeting new people, nervous that they won’t get along or that they will be unable to adjust to each other’s quirks. Humans, being an innately self-conscious species, automatically think that everybody else is magnifying our flaws, talking about us, and judging us. In actuality, we are our own biggest critics. It is often said that the lens through which we view the world has us at the center and the rest of civilization orienting themselves in relation to us, a mindset that dates as far back as the creation of the Holy Scriptures that dictate that the Sun revolves around the Earth. But as with the Copernicus theory, it doesn’t.
Indeed, one of the benefits of being from my native year-round-summer, deeply Southern, food- loving, Saints-worshipping New Orleans is that the weird is normal and the norm, disregarded. Therefore, I don’t worry that we’ll get along like two peas in a pod of awesomeness, because perhaps you, like me, share a love of classic 80s arena rock, three hour long Bollywood movies, raspberry cheesecake, comforter forts, handmade Ganesha tapestries, and performing original comedy parodies of Mindy Kaling and Tina Fey. Or perhaps not. In either case, I’m sure that like the old married couple who said they came from a time when if something was broken, they fix it, not throw it away, we too can make it work. And hey, if we don’t, you can always hit backspace and BOOM! I’m out of your life as quickly as I entered. So don’t sweat it. Through this website I’m creating for my English Autoethnography class, I’m just hoping to open up my world to you just a little bit so you can get an idea of how others live, and who knows? One day we might just meet, and you can say, “You’re that girl from New Orleans right?” Till then, stay gold Ponyboy.
Anonymously,
Lekha Thangada
P.S. If you read this laughably long epithet, dude…you’re seriously awesome. I already consider you to be a friend.