I would like a penpal!
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freestylemonster
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I'd interested that could be pretty fun
El.Sonador
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this days most people are just using SMS and emails and facebook and myspace and million different other things ... to think of it, I haven't got a letter about 10 years ago ..so, I would really love to be your pen pal... it will be fun..
TheLoneWolf
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sure why not
It would be faster- more instant gratification. Maybe we could do a modern day type of thing and exchange e-mail instead of snail mail. But it is neat getting something in your real mailbox- not sure if I'd have much patience for it though.
vj288
not actually Fiona Apple
I know this thread is uber old, but seeing as it already exists and it's easier to revive than make my own thread I thought I would.
So would anyone be interested? I'm not sure if I want to yet, but I figure I have envelops, I have stamps, and am always looking for fun/productive things to do in my free time. Plus widen my horizon of communications to another medium would be great!
I know in this day and age email has replaced the written letter, I think it'd be nice to have to wait a few days or a week before getting a reply back though. I'm on the computer all the time, and do not have so much to say to write back and forth on a daily basis anyway :
: And I don't know, at least for me a letter seems more personal, more real to me. It's not just an afterthought, actually have to think about what you're going to write!
Well if anyone's interested, feel free to PM me, the more the merrier!
EDIT: Oh, I forgot to mention, preferably people from the US. If someone was really, really, really interested who's from another country I may be mess with the international mail system, preferably not.
So would anyone be interested? I'm not sure if I want to yet, but I figure I have envelops, I have stamps, and am always looking for fun/productive things to do in my free time. Plus widen my horizon of communications to another medium would be great!
I know in this day and age email has replaced the written letter, I think it'd be nice to have to wait a few days or a week before getting a reply back though. I'm on the computer all the time, and do not have so much to say to write back and forth on a daily basis anyway :
: And I don't know, at least for me a letter seems more personal, more real to me. It's not just an afterthought, actually have to think about what you're going to write!Well if anyone's interested, feel free to PM me, the more the merrier!
EDIT: Oh, I forgot to mention, preferably people from the US. If someone was really, really, really interested who's from another country I may be mess with the international mail system, preferably not.
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davidburke
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that sounds like an interesting idea. what you would you say though? i know we interact a whole lot more here but i would feel i would have to send something more meaningful and longer if you get what i mean and i don't feel i would have anything interesting enough to write. might try it out though if someone is interested and see how it goes
foyle
Active member
Yes, people do not bother to write a letter no more, not even in birthdays, Christmas or when on holidays. :sad:
foyle
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Remember when, before the internet, we used to send postcards every time when we went on holidays. We could sum up two weeks 24/7 of landscapes, museums, cathedrals, squares, monuments people, hotel, restaurants, etc. in a few lines.
I loved to receive postcards of travels, birthdays and Christmas. Now, the 99% of the post are bank statements and supermarkets offers. :idontknow:
miserablecow
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I wouldn't mind having a penpal...I miss writing letters.
GraybeardGhost
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Once upon a time, before e-mail, before cell phones and texts, when I was a love-struck teenager—which happened quite often, as I recall—I wrote many a letter to the young ladies I admired. Most of them wrote back, sending postcards and letters—envelopes brimming with mystery and excitement.
Nothing thrilled me more than to open the mailbox and find one of these paper treasures inside. One might have a curious lump in the corner, suggesting some little gift enclosed. What could it be? Another might bear an intoxicating fragrance or the pastel impression of a kiss. Some brought elation, some heartbreak, but they had in common a certain quality sadly absent in all our modern techno-gimcrackery: they were real. They were written and addressed by hand, with a pen, on paper. Each letter was something I could carry in my pocket or tuck under my pillow at night. Each was something I could hold in my hand, knowing that she (whichever "she" she was at the time) had held it in her hand, too, knowing that she had put something of herself into it, and that that something was now with me. You can't do that with a text. You can't e-mail a fragrance or a kiss.
Somewhere in the rubble of my life, I have a box containing every one of those letters—a box of smiles and tears, of faded promises, of forevers that proved surprisingly short-lived. It's a box of dreams that once I shared with someone who was the center of my world—and the someone after her, and the someone after her—then set aside to follow other dreams. My youthful love has faded, and those dreams have turned to dust, as dreams will do, but the memories in that box are just as solid, just as real, as the day they were delivered in the mail so long ago. I haven't opened it in years, and to tell the truth, I'm not sure where it is, but I have priceless treasures in that box, wherever it may be. I think I'll keep it for a while.
Nothing thrilled me more than to open the mailbox and find one of these paper treasures inside. One might have a curious lump in the corner, suggesting some little gift enclosed. What could it be? Another might bear an intoxicating fragrance or the pastel impression of a kiss. Some brought elation, some heartbreak, but they had in common a certain quality sadly absent in all our modern techno-gimcrackery: they were real. They were written and addressed by hand, with a pen, on paper. Each letter was something I could carry in my pocket or tuck under my pillow at night. Each was something I could hold in my hand, knowing that she (whichever "she" she was at the time) had held it in her hand, too, knowing that she had put something of herself into it, and that that something was now with me. You can't do that with a text. You can't e-mail a fragrance or a kiss.
Somewhere in the rubble of my life, I have a box containing every one of those letters—a box of smiles and tears, of faded promises, of forevers that proved surprisingly short-lived. It's a box of dreams that once I shared with someone who was the center of my world—and the someone after her, and the someone after her—then set aside to follow other dreams. My youthful love has faded, and those dreams have turned to dust, as dreams will do, but the memories in that box are just as solid, just as real, as the day they were delivered in the mail so long ago. I haven't opened it in years, and to tell the truth, I'm not sure where it is, but I have priceless treasures in that box, wherever it may be. I think I'll keep it for a while.
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mixedupgirl
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Awww this brought a tear to my eye. I agree letters are much more exciting then electronic mail.
Edit - I also have a big box of keepsakes too.....I think I will keep it till i die
