ðŠð±ðªðœ ðœð±ð® ð¯ðŸð¬ðŽ ðð²ð ððžðŸ ð³ðŸðŒðœ ð¯ðŸð¬ðŽð²ð·ð° ðŒðªð ðªð«ðžðŸðœ ð¶ð®, ððžðŸ ðµð²ðœðœðµð® ð«ð²ðœð¬ð±? ðâðµðµ ð±ðªð¿ð® ððžðŸ ðŽð·ðžð ð ð°ð»ðªððŸðªðœð®ð ðœðžð¹ ðžð¯ ð¶ð ð¬ðµðªðŒðŒ ð²ð· ðœð±ð® ððªð¿ð ð¢ð®ðªðµðŒ, ðªð·ð ðâð¿ð® ð«ð®ð®ð· ð²ð·ð¿ðžðµð¿ð®ð ð²ð· ð·ðŸð¶ð®ð»ðžðŸðŒ ðŒð®ð¬ð»ð®ðœ ð»ðªð²ððŒ ðžð· ððµ-ð ðŸðªð®ððª, ðªð·ð ð ð±ðªð¿ð® ðžð¿ð®ð» 300 ð¬ðžð·ð¯ð²ð»ð¶ð®ð ðŽð²ðµðµðŒ. ð ðªð¶ ðœð»ðªð²ð·ð®ð ð²ð· ð°ðžð»ð²ðµðµðª ððªð»ð¯ðªð»ð® ðªð·ð ðâð¶ ðœð±ð® ðœðžð¹ ðŒð·ð²ð¹ð®ð» ð²ð· ðœð±ð® ð®ð·ðœð²ð»ð® ð€ð¢ ðªð»ð¶ð®ð ð¯ðžð»ð¬ð®ðŒ. ðšðžðŸ ðªð»ð® ð·ðžðœð±ð²ð·ð° ðœðž ð¶ð® ð«ðŸðœ ð³ðŸðŒðœ ðªð·ðžðœð±ð®ð» ðœðªð»ð°ð®ðœ. ð ðð²ðµðµ ðð²ð¹ð® ððžðŸ ðœð±ð® ð¯ðŸð¬ðŽ ðžðŸðœ ðð²ðœð± ð¹ð»ð®ð¬ð²ðŒð²ðžð· ðœð±ð® ðµð²ðŽð®ðŒ ðžð¯ ðð±ð²ð¬ð± ð±ðªðŒ ð·ð®ð¿ð®ð» ð«ð®ð®ð· ðŒð®ð®ð· ð«ð®ð¯ðžð»ð® ðžð· ðœð±ð²ðŒ ððªð»ðœð±, ð¶ðªð»ðŽ ð¶ð ð¯ðŸð¬ðŽð²ð·ð° ððžð»ððŒ. ðšðžðŸ ðœð±ð²ð·ðŽ ððžðŸ ð¬ðªð· ð°ð®ðœ ðªððªð ðð²ðœð± ðŒðªðð²ð·ð° ðœð±ðªðœ ðŒð±ð²ðœ ðœðž ð¶ð® ðžð¿ð®ð» ðœð±ð® ðð·ðœð®ð»ð·ð®ðœ? ð£ð±ð²ð·ðŽ ðªð°ðªð²ð·, ð¯ðŸð¬ðŽð®ð». ððŒ ðð® ðŒð¹ð®ðªðŽ ð ðªð¶ ð¬ðžð·ðœðªð¬ðœð²ð·ð° ð¶ð ðŒð®ð¬ð»ð®ðœ ð·ð®ðœððžð»ðŽ ðžð¯ ðŒð¹ð²ð®ðŒ ðªð¬ð»ðžðŒðŒ ðœð±ð® ð€ð¢ð ðªð·ð ððžðŸð» ðð ð²ðŒ ð«ð®ð²ð·ð° ðœð»ðªð¬ð®ð ð»ð²ð°ð±ðœ ð·ðžð ðŒðž ððžðŸ ð«ð®ðœðœð®ð» ð¹ð»ð®ð¹ðªð»ð® ð¯ðžð» ðœð±ð® ðŒðœðžð»ð¶, ð¶ðªð°ð°ðžðœ. ð£ð±ð® ðŒðœðžð»ð¶ ðœð±ðªðœ ðð²ð¹ð®ðŒ ðžðŸðœ ðœð±ð® ð¹ðªðœð±ð®ðœð²ð¬ ðµð²ðœðœðµð® ðœð±ð²ð·ð° ððžðŸ ð¬ðªðµðµ ððžðŸð» ðµð²ð¯ð®. ðšðžðŸâð»ð® ð¯ðŸð¬ðŽð²ð·ð° ðð®ðªð, ðŽð²ð. ð ð¬ðªð· ð«ð® ðªð·ððð±ð®ð»ð®, ðªð·ððœð²ð¶ð®, ðªð·ð ð ð¬ðªð· ðŽð²ðµðµ ððžðŸ ð²ð· ðžð¿ð®ð» ðŒð®ð¿ð®ð· ð±ðŸð·ðð»ð®ð ððªððŒ, ðªð·ð ðœð±ðªðœâðŒ ð³ðŸðŒðœ ðð²ðœð± ð¶ð ð«ðªð»ð® ð±ðªð·ððŒ. ððžðœ ðžð·ðµð ðªð¶ ð ð®ððœð®ð·ðŒð²ð¿ð®ðµð ðœð»ðªð²ð·ð®ð ð²ð· ðŸð·ðªð»ð¶ð®ð ð¬ðžð¶ð«ðªðœ, ð«ðŸðœ ð ð±ðªð¿ð® ðªð¬ð¬ð®ðŒðŒ ðœðž ðœð±ð® ð®ð·ðœð²ð»ð® ðªð»ðŒð®ð·ðªðµ ðžð¯ ðœð±ð® ð€ð·ð²ðœð®ð ð¢ðœðªðœð®ðŒ ððªð»ð²ð·ð® ððžð»ð¹ðŒ ðªð·ð ð ðð²ðµðµ ðŸðŒð® ð²ðœ ðœðž ð²ðœðŒ ð¯ðŸðµðµ ð®ððœð®ð·ðœ ðœðž ðð²ð¹ð® ððžðŸð» ð¶ð²ðŒð®ð»ðªð«ðµð® ðªðŒðŒ ðžð¯ð¯ ðœð±ð® ð¯ðªð¬ð® ðžð¯ ðœð±ð® ð¬ðžð·ðœð²ð·ð®ð·ðœ, ððžðŸ ðµð²ðœðœðµð® ðŒð±ð²ðœ. ðð¯ ðžð·ðµð ððžðŸ ð¬ðžðŸðµð ð±ðªð¿ð® ðŽð·ðžðð· ðð±ðªðœ ðŸð·ð±ðžðµð ð»ð®ðœð»ð²ð«ðŸðœð²ðžð· ððžðŸð» ðµð²ðœðœðµð® âð¬ðµð®ð¿ð®ð»â ð¬ðžð¶ð¶ð®ð·ðœ ððªðŒ ðªð«ðžðŸðœ ðœðž ð«ð»ð²ð·ð° ððžðð· ðŸð¹ðžð· ððžðŸ, ð¶ðªðð«ð® ððžðŸ ððžðŸðµð ð±ðªð¿ð® ð±ð®ðµð ððžðŸð» ð¯ðŸð¬ðŽð²ð·ð° ðœðžð·ð°ðŸð®. ððŸðœ ððžðŸ ð¬ðžðŸðµðð·âðœ, ððžðŸ ðð²ðð·âðœ, ðªð·ð ð·ðžð ððžðŸâð»ð® ð¹ðªðð²ð·ð° ðœð±ð® ð¹ð»ð²ð¬ð®, ððžðŸ ð°ðžðððªð¶ð· ð²ðð²ðžðœ. ð ðð²ðµðµ ðŒð±ð²ðœ ð¯ðŸð»ð ðªðµðµ ðžð¿ð®ð» ððžðŸ ðªð·ð ððžðŸ ðð²ðµðµ ðð»ðžðð· ð²ð· ð²ðœ. ðšðžðŸâð»ð® ð¯ðŸð¬ðŽð²ð·ð° ðð®ðªð, ðŽð²ðððž.
Classic copy-pasta!
Hello my unknown penpal âºïž.
We has this penpal thing back in school, you send a letter to an unknown kid somewhere, the schools exchanged the letters and made the letter network (which kid wrote to the other one, so when you write back, your letter gets sent to the same kid).
Anyway, I wrote the first letter and gave some basic info, my name, my parentâs names, what Iâm interested in, some interesting books Iâve read, etc. I got a reply from the other end, some girl from another town (canât remember the name now though) and this letter was a 6 page dissertation on her dolls⊠I just said fuck it ð€·.
I did the same thing many many years ago as a childâŠI enjoyed it.
I didnât to be honest⊠I had no interest in dolls at that age. Sure, when I was toddler, but I think we did that in 3rd or 4th grade, something like that.
I think I just wrote back something like âOh thatâs really interesting.â in my reply⊠never heard from her again ð. The teacher wondered why, I never told her what I wrote in my second letter ð.
I have an old weather-nerd friend in real life who doesnât take the hint when I donât want to hear what the weather was like in Melbourne Christmas 1983 at 9am, changing dramatically by 11:47am etc etc
Then when I explicitly tell him to âstop, I am not interestedâ he comes back with his usual response of âI let you talk when I am not interestedâ.
Me: So tell me at the time, not keeping it up your sleeve as a defence card to play
Him: Oh I never tell people to stop. That would be rude
Me: Well thatâs your problem not mine. Besides I only do it to get you to advance your technical skills, like encouraging you to click the microphone button on your phone to activate voice-to-text because you complain about typing being too difficult.
TL:DR Even dear friends can be annoyingly boring sometimes.
IDK, if my friend did that to me all the time, I would probably make sure I see/hear less of him. That would serously annoy me.
But, each to his own I guess ð€·.
A modern problem is lag in crappy quality phone connections. It makes feedback and interjections difficult. Real life with this friend is much smoother.
I definitely would have ditched him when younger (close to sixty now). Putting up with a lot more now if someone is otherwise honorable, loyal, honest.
People my age run out of friends if they ditch so easily. Indeed that explains many older people being lonely. New friends are harder to come by with age so they should learn more tolerance and social strategy (like my trying to get my friend to text me more than phone me).
Cute!
Thereâs an app that lets you send digital letters to random people!
Letters Live vibes
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