Revisiting Emails

"Some cause happiness wherever they go; others whenever they go. "
~ Oscar Wilde

Yours truly was re-reading her emails from the past few years, specifically those of thesis agony days and came to the following conclusions:

1. that we have all (yes, yours truly included!) left incriminating evidence in writing. *grimace*

2. *Snappish writes her best emails when she is (a) overworked & on adrenaline rush, (b) stressed and in denial, needing an excuse not to work resulting in (c) an outburst (more like verbal vomit) of words.

3. *Witchy writes very kinetic & animated emails that is really awashed with mushiness

4. *Private actually wrote some somewhat *mushy & *emotional emails. shame on you! *giggle*

5. *Eccentric is a *terrible email corresponder & she rarely writes long emails. To quote *Witchy: "where is my mi mi? (looks ard forlornly)".

6. *Ms Evil writes *amusing emails that are pure exaggerations with superlatives & hyperbole like her *giggle*

and

7. Sadly, we seem to be writing less and less entertainingly long emails *hang head ala *witchy's style*

which leads yours truly to wonder whether we are all - horrors of horrors! - becoming (a) less interesting (b) more busy (c) too grown up or (d) drifting apart?

This could get depressing.

It is already tragic.

Don't you think?

Or maybe

it is just yours truly thinking too much.

Shrug.

Maybe the lesser number of emails are the result of being less in need to whine because we no longer have to suffer agony like thesis writing and are able to meet up with friends whenever we want instead of being *chained to desk and computer typing frantically ala *snappish as deadline looms?

Maybe.

Let's hope so.

Shrug.

Or maybe, just maybe, we just have more entertaining illicit msn conversations during office hours...like today, yours truly had a really *amusing 3 way conversation with *Ms Evil & *Wallflower. They are really quite *weird but at least our sense of humor aligns quite well....at least it did today...no guarantees on other days....*grin* and even though *Ms Evil insists she is *normal, (if she is *normal, wat shld the poor conventional souls call themselves? extreme super normal?) but yours truly insists that she can't be. Really. *solemn look*

Besides, all my friends are weird.

You didn't think you were even remotely normal, did you? *archly* Oh dear. Didn't realise you were delusional. *shake head in sympathy*

But if it makes you feel better, *Wallflower says "normal is the average of deviance" but really, yours truly thinks that normalcy is more the lack of deviation from the average than the average of deviance.

But heck, what do I care?

It is my prerogative to call you weird.

Normalcy is really, in the eyes of the beholder. *deadpan*

Gotcha there, haven't I? *arched my brows*

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