In this Episode, I read part seven of my Gatekeeper series. In this one, Depression is responding to my letter to him. After this, there is one more part to the series. However! I’m working on part nine, and have an idea for part ten! I’m excited to be working on new content! Thank you for listening. Please, download and share!!
PART SEVEN
A LETTER FROM MY ENEMY
Dear Clyde,
I must say, I was surprised to see that you wrote me. From my experience, people like you tend to be difficult to connect with. Whether it be because of their optimistic perception (so fucking annoying by the way)... Or because of their total ignorance towards my existence. Either way, people like you are the most elusive for me and my crew.
The pesky optimists pose challenges because they always seem to find light in the darkest of places. Sometimes I think they're just too fucking stupid to be in touch with reality. Like, I swear I could paint over the faces of half their family picture, and those little bastards will just reprint the damn thing and hang it back up!
Then there are the ignorant little bitches. They're either too caught up in their own existence, or so terrified of my crew and I, that they completely block us out of their entity. They're even more aggravating than the optimistic fuck heads because, unlike the optimists, it seems like there really isn't a single second of vulnerability for us to sneak our way in.
As for you... You've always been "the one that got away" so to say. I think it's because of your optimistic mind. However, your particular optimism is kind of one of a kind... It's like, you always seem to find that peaceful piece of mind, but that vulnerable piece of time has always been easier (than most) for us to find. And lately it has been a longer duration of time... Which we felt was a good sign. We thought your optimistic tank was finally running dry. That is, until I read your letter...
Now I see you were just allowing yourself to live in that vulnerable state of mind so that you could gather Intel on this organization of mine. I must say, that was rather brave... Essentially you were living behind enemy lines. I should have known, but your uncanny ability to portray a broken but courageous man, while in the presence of your friends and fam... And then to see that persona shed like snake skin when no one was looking... We truly thought we had infiltrated your heart while it was broken. Shit! I'm just now realizing why we haven't been able to find your mind...
See, usually once we've gained access to the heart we can follow the tracks of feelings to the mind. You humans are so foolish to think your feelings originate within your heart. I guess I shouldn't be so rash because we are grateful for this misconception (which we didn't create by the way, that misconception was developed by your people). As you said, we use your most delicate insecurities by following their tracks back to where they came from... Your mind.
Anyways, you may have won this battle, but I assure you this is just the beginning of the war between you, me, and my crew.
-With respect,
Depression-
Commander and Chief of Dismay
Oh, and P.S. you can hate me all you fucking want, but your ambition is a pile of shit without my existence.
Life…. Who said you have to do it alone?