I had a conversation with my roommate yesterday about keeping in touch. Other than arriving at the conclusion that I am bad at it, my roommate and I discovered an interesting difference in the way we decide what should and shouldn't be shared. I, for instance, never write unless if I have something to say--and if all my time was devoted to something so dry as say, MCAT studying, I would rather not write at all. My roommate, however, maintained that it was precisely this--the telling of boring or unimportant events--that sustains close relationships. So, here is my attempt at writing for the sake of keeping in touch. I don't have anything ground-shattering to report, nor do I have a recommendation of a movie (actually, I do, but for the sake of the message, I will not mention it). My act comes from the realization that the delight in reading something from a friend comes not from the content of the message, but simply its presence.

Love,
Eunice

posted by Eunice   [4:59 AM]

[ website ] :: [ contact ] :: [ home ]

XML