Dear Miss Mundane

[ladyofknighton]

I am, of course, thankful for your interest in my character, as you put it, but I wonder at your foolish actions for 'picking me up' when you have not yet finished going through my canon. You have very strange words for my life, or at least one small part of it. It does not always revolve around Robin Hood and his band of outlaws, despite what some may seem to think.

I am not meaning to sound ungrateful, but there is work that I have still to do and your bringing me away from Nottinghamshire makes it impossible for me to complete the word which I have started. You speak of such strange things to me, and yet you do not seem to comprehend that while I do not understand some of it, I understand very well the plight of people in need. If you are to 'play' me, then play me as I am; not as how you would perceive me to be.

I hope we can come to an understanding of sorts.