THIS IS AN AD YOU DON'T WANT TO PASS UP!!!
Hello, I'm Noah. Nice to meet you. Before reading the core of my ad, I'd like to first explain my approach and total disregard for normalcy within. You see, I'm not a superficial guy who fears straying from what's considered “normal”. To forewarn you, although cute, I was born “abnormal”, or whatever people call “unique” these days. Just please don't judge me negatively when I admit I enjoy being weird at times.
The fact is, despite being “special,” I'm not that much different than the rest of mankind. It's true I've broken laws and that the “law” has broken me, but that doesn't absolve me from feeling the gift of love or pain, or the yearning desire for companionship; if we'd all take more time to learn about each other, we'd discover we're all one-and-the-same, regardless of our individual backgrounds, cultural upbringings, or likes/dislikes. The only difference between myself and some other fortunate individuals is I'm one of the many still striving to redeem a challenging past; and my efforts include living honest and capitalizing on second chances. Perhaps that's why I feel obligated to inform you about a few variables chained to a caged man's realm...
1. Writing a prisoner can be scary, “stereotypically” , you could discover I'm not even human!!! Not like that's a bad thing. In fact, you might just find it interesting.
2. Eventually, after several letters, you'll likely realize prison isn't quite as dramatic as the movies led you to believe. Sorry to be the bummer and ruin the suspense...
3. Lastly, you don't have to “shower” me with those corny “dropping the soap” jokes, ro ask if I've ever been shanked or have shanked someone. To put it bluntly, (A) I have three brothers and have heard the puns before, and (B) I don't shank and tell. Muahaha. Whattaya think I am – crazy? Hee hee.
Dare to continue?
Anywho, lately I've been thinking about how life will be once I'm a free man again. When my sentence began, at the ripe age of 23, the reality of freedom seemed bleak. But this year (August 27th) I'll be 31, and as I think about returning to the community, I worry a bit. I try convincing myself that re-entering society, which has evolved drastically, won't be as difficult as I lead myself to believe. But honestly, I'm nervous. I wonder how I'll react or if I'll even fit in?
Now, obviously the moment I walk through the gates (all buff n' stuff), I'm going to hug my family harder than ever before – that's clear. I've missed them dearly. But beyond the warm embraces and happy tears, I'm nervous as to how I'll respond to such a foreign world. Tell me, how do I prepare for a cyber-world, where computers have become hybrid mutations of those once Sci-Fi gadgets used in Star Wars movies and encoded lingo such as: L.O.L., O.M.G., and “selfie” dominate cellphone screens in the form of a silent communication called Text Messaging? I don't even know how to “text” let alone decipher these modern day cryptograms and hieroglyphic symbols (smile). I mean seriously, who's going to teach me this stuff? You?! L.O.L.
Yes, that was the hook. And I confess maybe I am a little crazy, hee hee. But I intend to create this ad showing a glimpse of my dorky-ness. In all seriousness, there are times when I lack the feeling of self-worth in here, and I'd genuinely appreciate a sweet, caring heart to share stories, dreams, advice, and laughter with.