The Queen of Good Intentions

Tis true. If there was a monarchy in the mythical land of good intentions, I would rule absolute.

For instance: Somewhere in a box, I have whole sets of Christmas cards dating back two years. Now, buying a box of Christmas cards and forgetting about them is not in and of itself spectacular. What is interesting is that they are completely filled out, many with addresses and stamps on them. I simply cannot bring myself to mail them. As a matter of fact, I have 3 complete sets of cards that I never sent out. All in all, that is about 60 cards that I wrote in extensively, and never sent. It is almost like some sort of neurosis. I also have a few letters like that.

I am not sure what it is about me that makes me unable to send those cards. I cannot even be able to speculate. I have thought about it for a long time, and I can devise no feasible hypothesis to explain the behavior.

It is ironic in a way. In my everyday life, I find that I say too much. I have long suspected that I am quick to speak my mind in a person-to-person setting, and after the fact, I often regret it. On the other hand, I thoughtfully compose these letters and cards, but I will not allow myself to send them. What does that say about me (other than the fact that I am weird)?

How does the saying go? "The road to hell is paved with good intentions?" Well, if that is the case, I'd better start packing becasue I will be taking a trip down south very soon.

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