Emails

Instead of writing a post tonight I wrote an email to a friend.

Remember that? Writing an email to a friend? It was like letters that you would send, through the post office. “Remember me when I am killed at war,” I imagine them seeming like. It was a long time ago, but before email, people would literally put pen to paper to compose a letter to a friend.

Eh, maybe I’m being too stupidly nostalgic.

But times are weird, man. It always feels good to be thought of, and the opposite of fascism is community. Write a letter to a friend. Check in. This whole shit sucks ass for all of us. So, just with a stupid little email to a friend and just say something stupid. Who cares.

Yeah. We all get inundated by emails. From the stupid mailing lists we forget to unsubscribe from. From delivery services that us to remember them so they can take our money. These emails suck; send an email from somebody who cares about something that doesn’t matter.

I wasn’t going to write a post tonight because I spent post-writing time composing an email. But my friend just maybe last week, or a week before (who can remember anymore) sent a text asking when we stopped sending emails to our friends, and I thought of that. She’s great: you should hire her as your education attorney (contact us and we’ll connect—I am absolutely not doxxing them without their permission).

Send that email. It’s a lot less obtrusive than a text message. Just let somebody know that you’re thinking of them. They don’t have to respond; that’s not the point.