Communication in this day and age has become lightning fast and virtually free, thanks to the Internet. Friends and family can keep in touch practically all day long regardless of time and distance.
I am not the mushy kind of person. I was probably born without lachrymal glands because I hardly cry, only in very once-in-a-blue-moon kind of situations. I don’t like children because, if I may borrow a movie line, they are hardly human. I am repulsed every time I get seated next to them in a public transport, movie house or where ever because they would almost always step on my toes or leave foot prints on my carefully pressed pants, not to mention that I get to be their sink whenever they puke. I hate the yucky love stuff. I am not a nurturing kind of person. I am Scrooge in the flesh.
But despite of this genetic make up, my heart once again felt what it is supposed to feel. A jolt that triggers that certain chemical reaction that makes you feel… genuinely happy and loved.
I received this snail mail.
I am not the mushy kind of person. I was probably born without lachrymal glands because I hardly cry, only in very once-in-a-blue-moon kind of situations. I don’t like children because, if I may borrow a movie line, they are hardly human. I am repulsed every time I get seated next to them in a public transport, movie house or where ever because they would almost always step on my toes or leave foot prints on my carefully pressed pants, not to mention that I get to be their sink whenever they puke. I hate the yucky love stuff. I am not a nurturing kind of person. I am Scrooge in the flesh.
But despite of this genetic make up, my heart once again felt what it is supposed to feel. A jolt that triggers that certain chemical reaction that makes you feel… genuinely happy and loved.
I received this snail mail.
Inside was a card for my birthday from my sister and my brother-in-law somewhere on the other side of the globe. We get to see each other and talk over Skype regularly and update each other via Facebook. But oddly, getting something from the mail sent a very different kind of excitement. A different dimension of being loved. It is not just another tick on your inbox counter, you know that somebody cares for you enough to do it the long way. From deciding what appropriate greeting card to send you, to composing the message that would be carefully handwritten later.
Greetings sent over the internet or the mobile phone may last longer, virtually forever, but they tend to be drowned by the thousands more coming after. There’s nothing like finding an old card or letter sent to you ages ago. You may no longer remember what’s written, but that brings back the excitement and anticipation you felt the first time. That is the beauty of the good ol’ fashioned way.
With kilabot up my spine, I love you too, Ate and Kuya! Thanks for the dollars hahaha!
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