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I am familar with friends of which you speak
they can be draining. I would suspect the sleeping mailbox was happy to have a visitor though.
posted by
Bel_
on March 29, 2008 at 1:57 PM
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If we never spoke at all...
...would we have more or fewer regrets? Nice post.
posted by
Halfelven
on March 28, 2008 at 7:43 PM
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The one who doesn't appreciate a mail like yours does not deserve it.
posted by
vogue
on March 28, 2008 at 3:20 PM
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It is better than an empty mailbox!
=^. .^= Bo is
smiling about something.
I am too! A rose
from me!
posted by
Whacky
on March 27, 2008 at 10:28 PM
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indeed brilliant dear azur!
posted by
__Purple_Mermaid11__
on March 27, 2008 at 3:51 PM
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You can write a fine essay. I so love the dissecting, the rationalization and so forth, but to close with everyone likes to get mail was brilliant! sam
posted by
sam444
on March 27, 2008 at 2:00 PM
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Again, I love the way you put words together. What a lovely email.
Maybe we females do overthink. That's part of what makes us writers -- a gift and a curse, all wrapped up in pink ribbons. One thing about Blogit - we get to choose when and how much involvement we want. Keep writing!!
posted by
Pat_B
on March 27, 2008 at 8:09 AM
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It's interesting, Azur....
...that words can contain so so much...but can be misinterpreted when read again when we are in a different space emotionally. Sometimes what we write sounds exactly what we want to say...but only at that time...when looking back we are sometimes astounded at what we've written. But they are written because they come from us and we are multi-faceted creatures who feel things differently at different times but we do feel them...they are real when they are written. As benzinha said...as women we over analyze...I know I do way too often!
posted by
ginnieb
on March 27, 2008 at 7:54 AM
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at a distance, what can be cloying and too close, but to be real and
then fearful of having been real, when trying to appear "healthly detached"?
I think that we women definitely 'over think and over analyze and over debate internally' about way too many nuances and wisps of friendliness in our menfolk.
The "secret sauce" is the distance. It either makes all too spicey or too bland, too tasty or too repellant. The 'time delay' in revealing self at a distance and answering the revelation can be greater than one thinks. Like speaking over a phone at sea with a delay....
A person can reveal an agonized over for two weeks, terrible frustration, consider cliff jumping as an exit option and get over the whole thing and be putting together a jigsaw puzzle by the time the email recipent reads of and responds to the terrible frustration, of a person who is actually putting together jigsaw puzzles, quietly and happily at the diningroom table.
If we had a Star Trek transporter, would we dare use it? The one use might prove to be the final contact.........
posted by
benzinha
on March 27, 2008 at 12:57 AM
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