Looking For Quacks In The Pavement


A strange thing happened during the months immediately after I lost my old job, six years ago this week.

I stopped writing & responding to email. Yes, in general, I reply to most of the more timely missives (“Shall we do X on Y date?”) but casual conversations tend to fall right off the radar. Actually, it’s worse than that: I leave things in my Inbox to remind me to deal with them, and those messages sit there… sometimes for months. All I have to do is open up a message and type a reply, so what’s my deal?

I honestly couldn’t tell you. The strange thing is that I used to be Mr. Email, I loved typing back & forth and eagerly pounced on an opportunity to reply to a message. Somewhere during that emotionally crippling spring & summer, however, that went entirely away. Now I have to push myself to reply to a simple message that requires anything more than a one-sentence reply. It doesn’t matter who the email is from, either. Parents, sibling, children, girlfriends, old friends, complete strangers, all have about the same chance at getting a timely response.

I don’t know what this all means, other than to note one more part of my psyche that broke in 2006. Of all the things I’ve lost, I miss my mind the most…?


  1. Lil

    Same here (minus job loss). I just don’t have email conversations with anyone much anymore, unless Geoffrey’s out of town for more than a weekend. And you can see how often I blog, which is almost never. I try to look at the bright side — in the same time period, the drama in my life has reduced down to almost zero!

  2. Wonderduck

    I think the excitement and… newness… of e-mail wore off. It was roughly around that time that I developed the same problem.

    I’ve gotten past it, but I don’t respond as fast or as long as I used to. It might wait for a day or two, and be a line or two, as opposed to immediate and 400 words. Or whatever.

    Then again, now blogginating is losing its luster, too.

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