Dear Athena
I have a problem. I love a man that is known as Lysander. He has wooed me and I am now deeply attracted to him. But there is one problem. My bumbling idiot of a father wont let me marry him. He wants me to marry another man that I really don’t like.
The man he wants me to marry kind of reminds me of a stocker. He always follows me and tries to give me his love. The more he pushes me the more I despise him. I need a way to dispose of him.
Can you give me some advice soon because me and my hot stud Lysander are going into the forest tomorrow and I really don’t want to be distracted in the heat of the moment. We are running to his aunt’s house to be fugitives. Hes a little on the wild side.
Sincerely BLACK LAVENDER
Friday, May 6, 2011
Echo R.
Dear Athena,
I’m utterly confused. I’m so handsome, so delectable. I have many talents. I can sing, act, and fix many things. I’m so sweet and romantic to any of my lovers and give them all my respect. I even help my stunning wife out around the house on those blistering nights after the bar when I manage to stumble home. With all my manly qualities, I don’t see why I have so little respect in my community.
I’ll walk down the street and everybody glares. I constantly am getting laughed at; I’m so tired of it. Usually, I come home to my house egged and or toilet papered. The other day I even got wine dumped on me from a bunch of hooligans. After a long day at work who would want to have your house a wreck? I end up just crying myself to sleep. Nobody respects me; even my own mother mocks me. I actually am very great, but no one can see that. I got the worst part in the play for the Duke’s wedding but the director barely notices my I incredible skills.
Is there no cure for this wretched curse? I need to be respect; if I’m not then everyone will always walk all over me! To be successful I need my friends and family’s support, but they won’t ever stop laughing at me! Athena, please, I’m begging you, help me. How do I gain respect?
Sincerely,
Cowardly Lion.
I’m utterly confused. I’m so handsome, so delectable. I have many talents. I can sing, act, and fix many things. I’m so sweet and romantic to any of my lovers and give them all my respect. I even help my stunning wife out around the house on those blistering nights after the bar when I manage to stumble home. With all my manly qualities, I don’t see why I have so little respect in my community.
I’ll walk down the street and everybody glares. I constantly am getting laughed at; I’m so tired of it. Usually, I come home to my house egged and or toilet papered. The other day I even got wine dumped on me from a bunch of hooligans. After a long day at work who would want to have your house a wreck? I end up just crying myself to sleep. Nobody respects me; even my own mother mocks me. I actually am very great, but no one can see that. I got the worst part in the play for the Duke’s wedding but the director barely notices my I incredible skills.
Is there no cure for this wretched curse? I need to be respect; if I’m not then everyone will always walk all over me! To be successful I need my friends and family’s support, but they won’t ever stop laughing at me! Athena, please, I’m begging you, help me. How do I gain respect?
Sincerely,
Cowardly Lion.
Allie N.
Dear Athena,
I have a problem and I desperately need your help. I’m afraid that my wonderful performance qualities are not being showcased enough with the recent part I’ve been given to perform. I have been so great to Peter Quince that I just cannot believe he didn’t give me a bigger role. I mean I’m obviously the best actor he has ever directed. If I continue to play such small roles I’m afraid that no one will discover my great talents. I need help getting a different part or leading another play.
Before the last few months I was playing and performing the most notorious lead roles of the greatest plays known to man. Then Peter Quince held auditions for his latest play and I knew that I could bring the most entertainment so I auditioned. I was expecting the lead role as always but was surprisingly shocked to find that that wouldn’t be the case. I discovered my role would be the character Pyramus. There were many actors complaining about the roles they had received. In my opinion Peter should have fired them because I could be a one-man play.
It puzzles me as to why Peter cannot see my amazing talent. I have shown him that my ability to act is obviously much greater than any other actor because I can play every part better than anyone else. What else could I do to prove myself to Peter?
Sincerely,
The best actor ever seen
I have a problem and I desperately need your help. I’m afraid that my wonderful performance qualities are not being showcased enough with the recent part I’ve been given to perform. I have been so great to Peter Quince that I just cannot believe he didn’t give me a bigger role. I mean I’m obviously the best actor he has ever directed. If I continue to play such small roles I’m afraid that no one will discover my great talents. I need help getting a different part or leading another play.
Before the last few months I was playing and performing the most notorious lead roles of the greatest plays known to man. Then Peter Quince held auditions for his latest play and I knew that I could bring the most entertainment so I auditioned. I was expecting the lead role as always but was surprisingly shocked to find that that wouldn’t be the case. I discovered my role would be the character Pyramus. There were many actors complaining about the roles they had received. In my opinion Peter should have fired them because I could be a one-man play.
It puzzles me as to why Peter cannot see my amazing talent. I have shown him that my ability to act is obviously much greater than any other actor because I can play every part better than anyone else. What else could I do to prove myself to Peter?
Sincerely,
The best actor ever seen
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Seth R.
Dear Athena,
I am a know it all show-off who knows everything about everything. I believe I am one of the greatest people around, and want to impress everybody every single second of the day. I walk around the streets every day and act like I am just the coolest person anybody has ever known. I have just landed a major role in a play that we are going to be performing for the duke, and I am pretty sure I will be the best performer in this play.
As it happens I have one major problem with this play. I am only allowed to play one part in it and I believe I should be playing everybody else’s part as well. This is a major disappointment to me. ☹ I tried talking the director in to letting me play every part but he wont let me. I have to play the part of Pyramus and nothing else. I believe that I should be able to do anything I want and have everybody look at me.
I need some major help with this. I am deciding whether I should accept the fact that I am just playing Pyramus, or if I should go for all the parts. Or maybe I should just quit the play all together? I need your help Athena and it would be greatly appreciated.
Signed,
Mr. Amazing
I am a know it all show-off who knows everything about everything. I believe I am one of the greatest people around, and want to impress everybody every single second of the day. I walk around the streets every day and act like I am just the coolest person anybody has ever known. I have just landed a major role in a play that we are going to be performing for the duke, and I am pretty sure I will be the best performer in this play.
As it happens I have one major problem with this play. I am only allowed to play one part in it and I believe I should be playing everybody else’s part as well. This is a major disappointment to me. ☹ I tried talking the director in to letting me play every part but he wont let me. I have to play the part of Pyramus and nothing else. I believe that I should be able to do anything I want and have everybody look at me.
I need some major help with this. I am deciding whether I should accept the fact that I am just playing Pyramus, or if I should go for all the parts. Or maybe I should just quit the play all together? I need your help Athena and it would be greatly appreciated.
Signed,
Mr. Amazing
Makailla H.
Dearest Athena,
My life might well be thought perfect, though it is not. Over me two men have fought. One of them I am madly in love with, but the other is just a total and complete twit. The one that means the world to me is the one that I want to be with. My father, however, disapproves greatly. So much, in fact, that he was willing to behead me! He wants the twit and I to elope. But I want to cut his head open like a cantaloupe.
The man I love – shall we call him Bill – is a perfect gentleman. He was raised better by his parents than anybody else can! He has just as much wealth as that twit – shall we call him Bob – keeps. Bill is also as high up in reputation as Bob, who also often peeps. How can I love someone like Bob, that awful muddle head! How many rude things about others he has said. He tries to understand me, to love me as well. But no love for him from me has fell. He wooed my best friend, and didn’t say a word. She would love for him to with her flirt. He broke her heart; ere I say, I may break his face.
Bill, however, is like a miracle sent from above. Many a times he has told me it is I whom he must love. I believe it, too. I love him just as much as Aphrodite came from a sea of blue. He has courted me, brought me flowers, loved me most; he has cooked for me quite a delicious roast. He is amazing, you see. I want nothing more than for him to be with me. He speaks to me kindly, and treats me fair. He loves everything about me, from my toes to my hair. Oh, dearest Athena, I love him so. Why can’t my life with him begin to grow?
And my best friend, Ame, we shall say, thinks ill of herself to this very day. She is beautiful, can’t she see? Why, she is just as or even more beautiful than me! But yet she believes this not so; all because Bob would rather be her foe. Bob, you see, is whom she loves. But Bob has not seen the love-showing white doves. He rather treats her badly, and yet she stays. She has spent many a sleepless night wondering about his ways. He said he loved her, ‘til he saw me. Why so complicated does love have to be? And so, dearest Athena, you must see my predicament. Please send me some help, for I am sick of it! I trust in you, goddess of wisdom. Please, fix love’s system!
--Amiable
My life might well be thought perfect, though it is not. Over me two men have fought. One of them I am madly in love with, but the other is just a total and complete twit. The one that means the world to me is the one that I want to be with. My father, however, disapproves greatly. So much, in fact, that he was willing to behead me! He wants the twit and I to elope. But I want to cut his head open like a cantaloupe.
The man I love – shall we call him Bill – is a perfect gentleman. He was raised better by his parents than anybody else can! He has just as much wealth as that twit – shall we call him Bob – keeps. Bill is also as high up in reputation as Bob, who also often peeps. How can I love someone like Bob, that awful muddle head! How many rude things about others he has said. He tries to understand me, to love me as well. But no love for him from me has fell. He wooed my best friend, and didn’t say a word. She would love for him to with her flirt. He broke her heart; ere I say, I may break his face.
Bill, however, is like a miracle sent from above. Many a times he has told me it is I whom he must love. I believe it, too. I love him just as much as Aphrodite came from a sea of blue. He has courted me, brought me flowers, loved me most; he has cooked for me quite a delicious roast. He is amazing, you see. I want nothing more than for him to be with me. He speaks to me kindly, and treats me fair. He loves everything about me, from my toes to my hair. Oh, dearest Athena, I love him so. Why can’t my life with him begin to grow?
And my best friend, Ame, we shall say, thinks ill of herself to this very day. She is beautiful, can’t she see? Why, she is just as or even more beautiful than me! But yet she believes this not so; all because Bob would rather be her foe. Bob, you see, is whom she loves. But Bob has not seen the love-showing white doves. He rather treats her badly, and yet she stays. She has spent many a sleepless night wondering about his ways. He said he loved her, ‘til he saw me. Why so complicated does love have to be? And so, dearest Athena, you must see my predicament. Please send me some help, for I am sick of it! I trust in you, goddess of wisdom. Please, fix love’s system!
--Amiable
Ean P.
Dear Athena,
I am in love with a man who loves another. He is a beautiful man. His chiseled face, his lean arms, and his gentle touch won my heart before he ever met her.
When it was he and I, only him and me, he was the most romantic man I’ve ever met. He took me out dancing in the middle of the night, and stole kisses under the oak tree, when no one was looking. When he held me, he was gentle. His strong arms held me gently, and kindly, as only a true lover can. He serenaded me outside my window, and gave me gifts that he created; a necklace of sea shells, a rosebush he grew himself, and so much more than just that. His love was gentle, kind, respectful, teasing, and firm. His love was the love that only a true man can give. He loved me more than anyone
But then he met one of my best friends; we shall call “Thief.” He saw her, and swooned. He not only forgot about me, but now despises me. He loves her, and wants her, but she loves another man. He won’t accept me, but he needs the girl whose father he loves.
I would do anything for him, and yet he won’t speak to me, he won’t even look at me the same. His eyes are no longer full of love and longing, but hatred. The more I love him, the more he hates me. The more I pursue him, the more he evades me. He is all that I want, all that I need, and I feel that I will die without him. Beautiful, wise, glorious Athena, I need to know what to do. I’m utterly confused and don’t have any idea what to do. Please help!
Sincerely,
With respect and love,
The Hopeless Lover
I am in love with a man who loves another. He is a beautiful man. His chiseled face, his lean arms, and his gentle touch won my heart before he ever met her.
When it was he and I, only him and me, he was the most romantic man I’ve ever met. He took me out dancing in the middle of the night, and stole kisses under the oak tree, when no one was looking. When he held me, he was gentle. His strong arms held me gently, and kindly, as only a true lover can. He serenaded me outside my window, and gave me gifts that he created; a necklace of sea shells, a rosebush he grew himself, and so much more than just that. His love was gentle, kind, respectful, teasing, and firm. His love was the love that only a true man can give. He loved me more than anyone
But then he met one of my best friends; we shall call “Thief.” He saw her, and swooned. He not only forgot about me, but now despises me. He loves her, and wants her, but she loves another man. He won’t accept me, but he needs the girl whose father he loves.
I would do anything for him, and yet he won’t speak to me, he won’t even look at me the same. His eyes are no longer full of love and longing, but hatred. The more I love him, the more he hates me. The more I pursue him, the more he evades me. He is all that I want, all that I need, and I feel that I will die without him. Beautiful, wise, glorious Athena, I need to know what to do. I’m utterly confused and don’t have any idea what to do. Please help!
Sincerely,
With respect and love,
The Hopeless Lover
Angus E.
Dear Athena,
I have a very large problem. I need help and you are the only one I can turn to, now. I love this girl Hermia, very much. Her father, loves and would prefer me to marry her, instead of that despicable other, who plans on marrying her, also.
I have the upper hand in being in her father’s good graces, but he wins when it comes to her love. That’s my problem. She loves the other guy. It’s a wonder when obviously I am the better man.
Recently, my old girlfriend, gave me information on my loves whereabouts for tomorrow night. Usually, she stalks me and pleads for me to be with her, but I guess people can change. I do hope she doesn’t follow me to the woods tomorrow night, for if she does, I would surely disgrace myself in front of Hermia.
Also, her father, sentenced her to death if she doesn’t marry me. But, I’ve heard tell that the Duke gave her another option. To become a nun. I do hope she doesn’t do that, because then her and I will both be lonely. Her especially.
So tomorrow, I adventure out on my bicycle, to try to find my love. I hope you can provide me with the insight to fulfill my quest. To have Hermia, or not, I will be happy to just have an answer.
Signed,
Lost to Love
I have a very large problem. I need help and you are the only one I can turn to, now. I love this girl Hermia, very much. Her father, loves and would prefer me to marry her, instead of that despicable other, who plans on marrying her, also.
I have the upper hand in being in her father’s good graces, but he wins when it comes to her love. That’s my problem. She loves the other guy. It’s a wonder when obviously I am the better man.
Recently, my old girlfriend, gave me information on my loves whereabouts for tomorrow night. Usually, she stalks me and pleads for me to be with her, but I guess people can change. I do hope she doesn’t follow me to the woods tomorrow night, for if she does, I would surely disgrace myself in front of Hermia.
Also, her father, sentenced her to death if she doesn’t marry me. But, I’ve heard tell that the Duke gave her another option. To become a nun. I do hope she doesn’t do that, because then her and I will both be lonely. Her especially.
So tomorrow, I adventure out on my bicycle, to try to find my love. I hope you can provide me with the insight to fulfill my quest. To have Hermia, or not, I will be happy to just have an answer.
Signed,
Lost to Love
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