Category: Letters

Mate, You love this one, don’t you? The pre-emptive strike.You roll out the highlight reel of every stumble, every awkward silence, every plan that fizzled — just to stop me before I even start. Clever move. Paralysis disguised as protection. I get it. You’re trying to keep me safe. You think if I never try,…

Mate, Consider this fair warning.You’ve been at it long enough — talking over me, dragging me into spirals, second-guessing every move. Sometimes you’re useful (I’ll give you that), but mostly you’ve been a loud monkey at the wheel of my ship. That ends here. From now on, the terms change. You don’t get to captain.…