Catching meta

To my dearest blog,

Over this past year, yes it has been that long, we've had quite the love/hate relationship. Creating something, however tiny, every single day (well it seems to have been about 9 out of 10) takes a lot out of you. And by you, I of course mean me, because you're getting bigger and bigger all the time.

Okay, I'm sorry for that joke. It was just begging to be set free, and you know me and puns.

Meta-letter-journaling probably isn't the best way to get any sort of point across, but that's what February is all about, so please bear with me, especially because I'm not quite sure if I even have a point.

Why did people write letters anyway? Don't tell me to drop the past tense. I know it's been said, but you'd be lying to yourself and everyone in earshot if you tried to tell me letter writing is alive and well in the modern world. People wrote to each other for the same reason they call or text or whatever these days. We just want to hear another voice with us. It's an act of loneliness.

I grew up during the death of the letter, so I remember what it was like to get a a communiqué from a familiar return address handed to you by a stranger in a faded blue uniform. I also remember how much easier that whole ordeal became when more people started getting America Online.

I don't really remember if I had any point in mind when I started writing the space in writing in a letter about writing letters. Maybe something about how it's easier to write when it feels like your talking to someone rather than just shouting out into the void. Street preachers have it hard.