This month the electronic Tough Love mailbag was a little skimpy and I think I know what happened. You, Dear Readers, sat down to write your deepest, toughest love questions so that you might hear the thoughts of John Fontaine, noted pulp fiction writer and real man of the world. In so doing you began to realize how small your problems really are in comparison with the stature of the real man of the world you are asking, a noted pulp fiction writer no less, that suddenly your problems weren’t even worth mentioning. “Who am I to bother Mr. John Fontaine, noted pulp fiction writer and real man of the world, what with my comparatively inconsequential problems?” you thought. And so right there I’ve solved most of the world’s problems for most of you out there, helping you realize how small and insignificant you are and therefore how little your problems actually matter.
But as a real man of the world I also know that the people with the biggest problems are the ones without any problems at all, since they are obviously so out of touch with reality. What I mean to say is this: If you don’t have any problems, then you have a problem with me, John Fontaine, noted pulp fiction writer and real man of the world, and you can write to me and tell me all about it, answered in the order received.
jf, npfw, rmotw
johnfontaine [at] bobsoldout.com
