As I’ve been slowing getting back to inbox zero, a remembrance of things past has shimmered up to the surface: I love long letters. When I was younger — in my heyday, if I can call it that :P — I had tons of pen pals and would write long emails and letters all the time, and get them in return, and it was great. There’s nothing wrong with short emails, of course, but long ones give you so much more space to roam, and it’s like a little Christmas every time a lengthy email shows up in your inbox.
The one downside is that it takes a lot longer to reply to long letters, but am I really in such a rush that I can’t slow down to savor things like this? Maybe I need to shift my priorities around again.
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I can relate. Most of my old pen pals got too busy to write letters, started using facebook as an alternative to real communication, or ran off when I got engaged the first or second time. Also, there was one I told off, but he totally deserved it.
In any event, not only is mail totally underrated (getting something personal in the mailbox is better than Christmas), but people rarely write each other anymore. I mean, even when I was in daily contact with people we used to write long letters to one another. Heck, I even had a few long distance courtships (that either thrived or rightfully foundered) through long letters. I miss that. It seems like people rarely say anything as sincere anymore as they would have in a letter. Things written by hand on paper simply mean more.