A friend from college told a bunch of us how once, he and some friends had dropped acid and then went to Disneyland. They started “coming up” just after they went through the gates. As they went further into the park, the person in the Goofy costume bounded up to them. Our friend felt freaked out, so he leaned in and confided, “Please, Goofy, not now – we’re tripping, Goofy,” …and Goofy leaned in and whispered back, “Guess what – me too,” and bounded off.
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I sent a postcard with a drawing of my fiance asleep and a message about changing the alarm to spend more time with her. She found it before I mailed it and now we spend more time together while awake too. Thanks.
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Two weeks ago I was placed in a psych ward for attempting to take my own life. I was sitting there alone until another boy came up to me and simply said, “You’re not the most fucked up person anymore”. Everyone was just like me, dealing with some kind of issue. For the first time in my life I didn’t feel like I was the only one dealing with these things. I felt normal.
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I am a counselor in a locked mental health facility. We joke that we are just patients with keys.
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I’m hiding pictures of us from the past 13 years under shelves and behind drawers.
My ex-wife takes half the furniture next week.
When she finds them years from now, I hope they break her heart.
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When I bought my first vibrator I was so embarrassed that when the sales person asked if I wanted to purchase batteries as well. I told her no, that I thought “she can buy her own damn batteries.”
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There are no words, in any language verbal or pictorial, that could ever describe how much I wish this postcard were for me. Today is my last visit to your site, never again. It hurts too much, seeing postcards like the one I need, knowing it will never come.