Dear Michael J. Fox, or as I fondly think of you, Marty McFly,
I just watched the second half of Back to the Future in Italian. Albeit, it was sad to not hear your actual voice, I still felt butterflies and a surge of excitement while watching you on the television in the living room. I’m also glad I memorized half the lines so it was much easier to follow. While watching you and day dreaming about our wedding—oh, you’re married? With children my age? I don’t see how that’s relevant—I realized, you are the original Ryan Gosling. I take back what I said before.
insert Back to the Future joke here.
You’re truly the one who has ruined all future love interests for me, and Ryan, I am so sorry for wrongfully placing the blame on you. You’re still great though, like, so great. There are plenty of other women out there who are mad at you for being so amazing, I guarantee the sting from this won’t even last long. I hope we can stay friends?
Anyway Marty—er, Michael, as I was watching you play Johnny B. Good like a maniac (and wishing I was that guitar), I just realized how much I appreciate you. I genuinely enjoyed staying home tonight and watching you instead of going out. I felt a constant buzz of energy and happiness while curled up on the couch, eyes glued to the screen. And I don’t like it when people think of me as “sad” or tell me I need to get out more. I’m perfectly happy and content when I’m alone. Plus I have so many trips planned for this semester, why is it necessary I need to go out this weekend? Some people inadvertently try to make me feel bad for my lifestyle, like it’s sad I get along better with my television than most people, but so what? As long as I’m happy at the end of the day, isn’t that all that matters? Would you like to know how I spent my day today? After catching up with an old friend until 4 am last night, I passed out. I woke up at 1 pm today. Had lunch. Took a nap between 3:30 and 5:30. Procrastinated on the internet. Began outlining for my midterm script, but was interrupted by Italian Back to the Future. Then had dinner, skyped with my mom, and decided it was necessary for me to profess my love for an actor who will
never (remember folks, optimism!) most likely never see this on the internet. Yes I did slightly waste my day away, but I’m in a better mood for it, so that’s all that matters, right?
Michael, not only are you adorable and talented,
like, are you kidding me with this face? Have you seen anything cuter? And sorry, but I just have to say it, I’d take MJF over RG with a puppy any day! (Oh the blasphemy!)
you’re absolutely inspiring. You’ve been battling Parkinsons Disease since 1991, yet today you’re filled with boundless optimism and determination for finding a cure. You’ve really put life in perspective for me, and for that I thank you. Side note: I really should read your books. I’m going to get on that soon, I swear!
Overall, the Back to the Future trilogy is honestly my favorite group of films ever made, ever. I still get nervous and excited every time I see the scene where the cords become unplugged, Doc is hanging from the clock tower, and you’re desperately trying to get the car to start. I totally act like I don’t know what’s going to happen. Will he make it? Won’t he? THE SUSPENSE IS KILLING ME! Also, not to mention the endless unforgettable lines. Why isn’t “heavy” still a thing we say? I propose we bring it back! Who’s with me?! Also, as I’m scouring your IMDB page, I’m wondering why I didn’t realize you were the original Teen Wolf, and why am I not watching it as we speak? I’m not normally a fan of a hairy chest but hey, I bet you can pull it off.
Overall, I love you. I love that you love life. And as George Mcfly said it best,
“I’m your density.” (Cause we’re totally going to meet and fall in love, right?)