Treehouse: He’s safer watching the surf at Islands than getting tangled in it

Hey,

I’ve been watching from a distance, and I know you’ve been kicking it with one of my ex-friends out in Hawaii. He’s a surfer — you know the type — and I can tell you’re kind of enamored with him. You’ve had some real talks with him, those late-night calls where everything just spills out and leaves you feeling exposed. I get it. Sometimes it feels like you’ve got it all under control, then suddenly you’re just pouring your heart out like it’s the only way to breathe.

Look, I’m not here to morally judge you or anything, but honestly? You look crazy. Maybe it’s time to find a friend who’s more on your level — someone who doesn’t have to do all these certain things just to justify being around you. That surfer type? He’s got his own game, and it’s not always what you need.

And there’s that dumpster they put right in front of your house a few months ago. Yeah, that eyesore. It’s like a spotlight now, and people keep nudging you to throw your trash out there in public. Strange, right? Why would anyone want to put their garbage on display like that?

Then there’s the jokes. The endless trash references, the little digs that keep coming your way. I’m not saying your best friend’s behind it, and I’m definitely not suggesting anything paranormal. But as someone who’s paying attention and cares, I thought you should know what’s going on.

Maybe take a good look in that dumpster sometime. Could be more than just trash sitting in there.

Take care of yourself.

— A concerned citizen