Friday, January 12, 2001
i got an email from the infinetismal sam today. i had started writing his letter in school, but it wasn't going very well. a little too silly for my likings. i thought i'd send it anyways, because i am a pretty goofy person (despite how my page may sound). i was devastated to hear that his cousin had attempted suicide by overdosing on otc drugs. i trashed my pitiful previous attempt at a letter and started over. near the end of his, he wrote "oh emily, sometimes i feel that you are the only sane person left on the earth." i know what he means. it seems like the rarest commodity in our society is someone who can just listen, and try understand what is being said. or maybe i'm wrong. maybe good listeners abound, and i'm just too caught up in my own world to notice them throwing little bits of paper at the back of my head to get my attention.
posted by emily oi! at 7:31:00 PM
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i got an email from the infinetismal sam today. i had started writing his letter in school, but it wasn't going very well. a little too silly for my likings. i thought i'd send it anyways, because i am a pretty goofy person (despite how my page may sound). i was devastated to hear that his cousin had attempted suicide by overdosing on otc drugs. i trashed my pitiful previous attempt at a letter and started over. near the end of his, he wrote "oh emily, sometimes i feel that you are the only sane person left on the earth." i know what he means. it seems like the rarest commodity in our society is someone who can just listen, and try understand what is being said. or maybe i'm wrong. maybe good listeners abound, and i'm just too caught up in my own world to notice them throwing little bits of paper at the back of my head to get my attention.
posted by emily oi! at 7:31:00 PM
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