WARNING:I am frustrated and a little whiny. Consider yourself warned.

To Whom it May Concern:

Your name is gone, so you can stop reading now.

Yes, I realize that it was in poor taste to publicly name a complete stranger online while I was discussing my work and I, again, apologize for such a stupid maneuver. My personal blog doesn’t conduct that much traffic, so naming names hasn’t previously been a problem here, but I’ll think twice before doing so again.

Since you’re still obviously reading, however, you should know this: Regardless of whatever memories or hardships the reels may have held about your life, there’s a point in time where you really should push aside your personal hangups for a couple seconds to show appreciation when someone has attempted to do you a favor. The truth is, I paid for these reels and technically could have done whatever I wanted with them in the last two years because you opted to trash them. Instead, I spent a lot of time and money researching what I could to try to return these to your family in hopes of doing something kind. I didn’t want money from you. I didn’t want recognition. I just wanted to do with the reels what I thought was a generous, compassionate thing to do.

Now, where I was raised, no matter what you think of someone’s gift, you thank them for it and acknowledge their consideration.

I know you’re scared I’m out to ruin your name. I’m not; this whole Project has had nothing to do with you personally. Hell, I don’t even know you.

I know you feel like this is a giant invasion of your privacy. Then maybe you shouldn’t throw personal things away [without destroying them] where people can easily access them and sell them to people like myself at auctions. Additionally, maybe you shouldn’t volunteer explicit information about yourself in comments on other people’s online photo albums, which is how I found you in the first place.

Now, you’re [still indirectly] requesting that I send these reels to you because you’re scared that someone who has spent all this time trying to do something nice for you is somehow out to get you.

Seriously, get over yourself.

Because I felt guilty for your reaction to these reels resurfacing, I’ve agreed to send them back to you, although I could hold them for ransom and really make things more interesting. But, because I’d rather sleep comfortably at night knowing that I’m a decent person who does what she believes is right, I won’t. Again, I made a mistake, which I’m apt to do (I said I was a person, not a deity), but I implore you to think about your own actions and how your responses affect people who may be just trying to reach out to you and show you kindness. (This sort of hyper-suspicion within humanity is one of the causes of isolation amongst people today and the loss of communal civilizations in general, you know. Just something to think about.)

Don’t worry; I’m leaving you alone from now on. I’d appreciate if you’d conjure up a little mutual respect and do the same.

Most sincerely,
Castallare