Dear So What Have You Been Doing All These Years,

What a rude little fucking question you are. Wrapped up in sincerity, I know your true meaning. How dare I not have a husband, child, or mortgage when I have blown out more than 40 candles on my cake. I see it in your eyes. I know what you really mean. And so I'll tell you, So What Have You Been Doing All These Years. I've been learning. I've been wondering. I've been searching. I've been having my heart smashed to smithereens. I've been bewildered and crushed and confused and clueless. I've been stupid. I've been impulsive. I've been brave. I've walked away.
I've been trying. I've been grasping. I've been disappointing. I've been failing. I have failed so many times I've lost count. I've crawled under rocks and hidden myself away. I've put myself out there and paid dearly for it. I've been lied to and lied about. I've been betrayed and rejected and misunderstood and thrown under the bus. I've been self-absorbed and self-conscious, hurtful and selfish. I've been the worst human being in the world. And I've been one of the kindest. I've been yearning, pleading, searching, begging. I've been grasping and holding on for dear life. I have hoped. I have despaired. I have whimpered and rocked myself to sleep. I have roared and I have bitten. I've been weak. I've run away.
I have misunderstood. I have gotten it spectacularly wrong. I've been a human being, in all its splendour and all its misery. I've written a few pathetic lines. I've written a few wonderful lines. I've prayed to God. I've stopped believing in fairy tales. I've wanted to end it all. I've been an optimist. I've been angry. I have blamed. I've forgiven. I've been chastened. I've been growing and becoming and getting back up. I've been finding myself. I've been finding my voice.

Does that answer suffice?

Sincerely,
PC