Sometimes I wish I had someone to write letters to, in a Daddy-Long-Legs kind of way. I miss the feeling of putting pen to paper and addressing one person in particular, instead of the universe in general. Now the only people who live close enough for me to write letters to wouldn't want to read them, and the people who'd want to read them are too far away.
The internet and I share a love-hate relationship.
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ooooh you do! i've always wished for someone like Master-Jervie-Daddy-Long-Legs Pendleton-Smith to write to. it's been my fantasy. :(
"and the people who'd want to read them are too far away."
So where's the problem?
ive ALWAYS wanted that. and did have people to write to somehow, moving too often, leaving much behind and everything, but they dont like to read from me after a while.i'd write little sense, they say. replies with a lil more sense than mine made me sad.
no one ever replies anyway.
im not sure if it is me that's mad or if the world needs to come under a truck and die. or both.
p.s: live too far away ..like.. are they up there in the sky where only telepathy works?
I know what you mean. I sometimes feel blogs are a lesser alternative to letter-writing. Only, all the world gets to read your letter.
@ cf: you're the only one who got the daddy-long-legs allusion. writing to an unkown person and finding out he's a GHM is just.. *sigh*
@ sroyon: dead.
@ ship: yeah. and yes, far up away or in other parts of the world.
@ sol: but then it's more like a speech, more impersonal, neh?
if you don't write to me, i'll dunk you in hot tea before you can say titanic...blub.
that day i was telling a friend of mine that there's no feeling in the world to compare to the gladness of heart you feel on opening your inbox and finding a long e-mail written to you and only you, even if the writer spoke to you only ten minutes ago.
and then i thought, i'm warbling eloquent about e-mails? whatever happened to letters? the ones that let you smell their woodsy scent before you read them?
however, i'm luckier than the rest of us droids coz i know of one person (in real life too!) who still sends inland letters to her family when on vacation. sigh.
@ ana: ok. i will.
@ heh? ok: i knew someone who did that too. where are the writers?
priyankaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa...
men in books are better than men in real life.
how long will we keep saying this to each other?
i know. i know. damn.
heyllo. wuv u to.
I can't imagine anyone who wouldn't want to read your writing. But I suggest you blog it out. Course, blogs have their limitations and you have to be impersonal and all that, but still.
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