This postWhen you have a website that’s been up for over seven years, you get used to getting random e-mails from people who’ve stumbled across it. Now, for some people that might be scary, but not for me. I thrive on it. There’s nothing stalker-ish about getting e-mails or messages from people you don’t know, unless they have a distinctly stalker-ish quality to them. (Like, “I’m watching you.” That’s freaky.) But for the most part, I’m rather flattered when someone takes the time to shoot me an e-mail. And if I don’t know them, so what? Making new friends is fun. That’s part of what life’s all about.
Having gotten so many of these random messages over the years, I’ve also adapted to sending them myself. Half the time only silence responds, but half the time people are quite friendly and receptive, and new friendships are forged, and life is good. Sure, it feels weird to write someone you don’t know and have little justifiable reason for e-mailing, but you get used to it. Offhand I can think of several friends of mine who I wouldn’t know if one of us hadn’t e-mailed the other. It would be a pity to have lost those relationships.
Anyway, I need to run and get groceries while the night is still young, but here’s one quick almost-a-tangent before we end for the day: saying goodbye is like pulling off a bandaid. Feel free to interpret that as you will. (Of course, I have my own interpretation, but I’m not telling. :))
