In cursive, my love

Sunday, October 29, 2006

It's 5:30am and between tossing and turning, I got up and decided to rant and bitch about everything from the damn parquet tiles that are falling apart in my room to just your average every day "What the hell am I doing" stupor. Since my lappie is downstairs and I am THAT lazy, I automatically reached for the journal (you know, one of those paper mache covers with pressed flowers and recycled paper insides) instead. I stopped past "Dear diary" and realized something. That and I looked down at my own writing which bears no resemblance to a person who went to engineering school. I'm not saying engineers have terrible handwriting... well, yeah 80% of them actually have hideous handwriting. Although, who could blame them considering their faces are stuck to computers and the only writing they really do is math equations for the most part.

But I digress.

When was the last time you sat down and wrote a letter to someone? No, bills and tax forms don't count. Forced letters and cards of any occasion to relatives you despise don't count either.

When was the last time you sat down with beautiful stationery and a sincere intent of expressing yourself to someone else via snail mail and actually not have that letter end up as a crumpled heap of processed trees at the bottom of your trash bin?

Sadly it's been a really, really long time for me. Last time I wrote a letter "just because" was when I was fourteen.

You think that's bad? Hell, you can't even get some people to write you email nowadays (cough).

Now that I think about it, I still have those letters from a different time ago. Yes, all the postcards I received as well while in Madison are still with me, lovingly tucked away in my secret shoe box stash of memories :)

I don't know about the general population but there is just so much more satisfaction in receiving real mail as compared to getting email. Email is fun as well (beggars can't be choosers) but the giddy anticipation of holding, tearing an envelope apart and reading a letter is almost magical... in a child-like manner. Plus points because I get to read the letter over again and it makes a wonderful keepsake. Besides, when I'm old and decrepit the letter would seem a little more meaningfully nostalgic as compared to waiting for the computer to boot up and popping in a DVD.

Well, they say talk is cheap and I suppose it's never too late to start writing again :)

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