I haven't figured this out yet . . .
Who would have thought checking the mail could be so exciting. I used to like checking the mail, but that was when I didn’t have to make a journey of getting to the mailbox.
The kids love it, even though they rarely get anything. I think it has something to do with using a key that makes it exciting for them. That and finding something in a box that someone else put there. It’s too bad that when they start getting bills in the mail, they’ll lose their love for the mailbox.
That is, if mail still even exists by the time they’re adults. Everyone seems to lament the fact that the mail system is suffering a slow death, but still won’t use it. While I can’t imagine that the postal service will ever truly go away, I’m sure it will serve in a very diminished capacity in the future. The possibility that one day we may be unable to send a letter by mail is sad to me because it not only signifies the slow death of mail, but of penmanship and effort.
It takes no effort to write an email. Writing a letter is far more laborious. It’s like the difference between buying a gift for someone or giving them a gift card or cash equivalent. Buying a gift takes more time, more thought, and is therefore more personal. Hand written letters are the same.
Plus I like the idea of people only getting an update from me three days after I’ve written it. No one’s life is fascinating enough where I can’t wait three days to hear about it. Facebook and Twitter keep us updated in realtime which is just stalkerish. I don’t need to know that my homies got ice cream three minutes ago, that’s not relevant to anything.
I’m digressing and being hypocritical because I can’t even remember the last time I wrote a letter. I think it might have been five or six years ago. The point is that I feel sad for my kids. They may never have to write a letter, and while some may find this inconsequential, it seems significant to me. Like never seeing an animal before it went extinct.