I’ve somehow managed to make for myself a life that entirely overwhelms me, and all I want to do is make it worse by starting more blogs, making more friends, doing more things, taking more photos.
And it’s like the more that goes on, the more overwhelmed I get by it. If a blog post of mine gets more than about 4 comments, I greedily read through them, licking my lips lecherously, and then just mark the WordPress e-mails as unread until I have a chance to respond to them. Or, like, if I get an e-mail with more than two sentences in it, I lustily consume it, congratulate myself for having such awesome friends, and then don’t reply to it for weeks. Which is how I end up with an inbox that looks like this:
But hey, at least I’m keeping up with my spam folder!
The worst part is that I totally, totally crave constant contact. (I imagine this is a product of leaving all of my friends and family behind three states away and having this ludicrous fear of ending up on the streets because I don’t know enough people here to convince someone to take me in when I inevitably lose my job/apartment/boyfriend through total fault of my own, because homeless people must get that way somehow.) But if I don’t reply to people’s comments/e-mails/texts/phone calls, they’ll stop bothering, so it’s all a big catch-22.
And that’s just my way of explaining that despite a month-long lapse, I updated Lost and Lonely Leftovers finally. So go look at it, subscribe to it, and understand that I am actually going to update it regularly this time, I swear. As long as you send me pictures, I mean, because I only have, like, twenty-five of them in my backlog.
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Maybe one day they’ll come up with a comment app that writes and sends comments for you…
I’m trying to think of something generic enough to cover all the messages we get but also personal enough to make the commenter feel appreciated.
Maybe “thank you for that insult/compliment, you troll/friend of the blog, and might I say that you have the winningest smile?”?
Sometimes, it’s like you’re spying on me.
With your super high-tech spy gear.
That you bought in a cool spy shop in New York City.
…
I’m sorry. It was The Guy’s turn to choose the movie, and his movie selections inevitably screw me up for a few days.
Really? Because it seems like you’re super-good at replying to everything and keeping on top of your e-mail. Enough so that you’ve managed to send me about 15 Friday Meatspirations in the time that I’ve been able to post . . . none of them? They’re not forgotten, I swear!
Also, there totally is a cool spy/superhero shop in Brooklyn! But you’d probably like this store even more.
I will assume that you and The Guy were watching Spy Kids 4.
At least I’m not the only one this happens to. I was thinking the other day, “Oh dang, I need to write back to Katie, it’s been a couple weeks or so since she wrote to me!” And then I looked at the email and realized you sent it in October. And then I felt too guilty to write back. I will do that now. :)
Funnily enough, the guy I wrote about in that new Lost and Lonely Leftovers post e-mailed me back in October, and I said, “I’ll post your photo later in the week!” And then I did it three months later.
I’ve already read your e-mail and marked it as unread, so expect to hear back from me sometime within the year now that you’ve excused me by admitting you have the same problem.
Thank you for this post b/c it made me not just laugh but guffaw out loud. And just so you know how great you truly are, that was the first time I’ve ever typed guffaw. PS: I would like to subscribe to the jelly jar blog but couldn’t find an email button. Is there one I am missing? (see now you HAVE TO RESPOND!!) why yes, i AM laughing maniacally..
More than the 7800 unread messages, the 223 drafts crack me up even more, because I would LOVE to know how many of those are the starts of mean e-mails to people who have wronged you that you never got up the courage to send.
Are we all living the same life? I don’t even have a (technically) real blog, and I have this problem. Wow. I don’t know what I was thinking signing up for facebook, too. I needed more torture in my life. Obviously.
I love getting your emails, no matter when they arrive, so know that at least one of your loyal readers doesn’t have a watch (or a calendar), either. ;)