From a Kiss to a Dagger

zara's picture

I finally started getting serious about deleting the emails from my AZ profile over at Myspazz. Up until recently I would delete a few pages at a time, stopping mainly because I would tire of the repetitive nature of it. But now that the new inbox system shows an unread number of mail in a parenthesis, I've been going nuts trying to make it go away.

I've managed to cut the pile back by about 300 pieces now. Most of them I didn't even bother to read. A few brought back memories and made me smile and a few even made me cringe. But for the most part, I didn't even bother to re-read them.

It's not that I'm not a sentimental creature. Hell, I saved every letter, every scrap of paper that Jay ever sent to me back in the day. It's just that I don't understand keeping emails. I don't understand the people who choose to hold onto them forever. I can understand one or two important pieces where there might have been a declaration of love or even an email from an angry ex threatening you, if only to have it for proof to use against them if need be.

And I think that's where my problem really lies. Most people hold onto stuff so that they can use it against people. Everything is a battle of "But you said this back then..." like some kind of crazed stalker ex-girlfriend. Well, some actually ARE stalker ex-girlfriends. In any case, it's funny to me.

I know that I've said some stuff that could be used against me. Stuff that I might have written when I was happier, sadder, angrier, drunk, stoned, immediately preceding an orgasm. The one thing that I can say is that I don't regret any of it. I don't even argue it away when people bring stuff up, quoting, highlighting, trying to somehow prove that I must have said something insincerely.

Nah. I mean what I say when I say it. It's also true that I might change my mind on down the road. But that doesn't negate the fact that whatever I wrote to you was what I was thinking at the time. To lie, protest or try to ignore any of it would be stupid. That means facing some embarrassing stuff. Shit, I get wound up like a hyperactive school boy about everything in the beginning. I honestly believe that I fall in love with people all the time. I also think I hate, distrust, am amused by, am horny for... etc etc etc with passion and conviction.

I'd like to believe that most people out there are the same way. That there isn't a large number of the population deliberately constructing their words before clicking on the send button.

But... I also think that they change their minds as well. I would never deny them the right that I use so often.

So I've been deleting emails. There's stuff in there that can be used "against" people. Stuff that could "vindicate" me in arguments that people have lingering in the air. But what's the purpose of keeping them? They're not on paper. Maybe that's why I don't consider them as important. Seeing someone's handwriting gives a message other, greater meanings. Seeing where they paused, where they scribbled out a word or two. There's heart in those and I have kept most of the written correspondence that I've exchanged over the years.

Hell, I have a note that Matt passed to me between classes mid-way through my sophomore year in high school. It's short, the paper is torn and weathered, the penmanship that nearly illegible high school male scrawl. It was a note wishing me good luck on my Banners tryouts that were happening later in the afternoon. Nothing important. But one of the few notes that I ever received from him.

I won't lie though. I've saved some emails. I just don't ever go looking into the saved folder. I know they're there. Same with my hotmail account and a folder titled with his name. I know what they say. I know that the meaning was intentional at the time. At least, I hope.

I've always kept the inbox on my private profile down to 5 pages or less if at all possible at all times. The sentiment of the messages I've received doesn't need to be saved in a folder. It's saved in my brain and in my heart. It might be paraphrased, but we're fucking human beings. Direct quotes are what you do for thesis projects, not for life.

I dare you to delete it all as well. Go ahead... what are you really holding onto it for anyway?

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mistylou69's picture

Please excuse my tardiness...

I'm trying to catch up with your posts here, because I haven't had much time to read them, but they've remained saved in my inbox unread so that I don't forget about them.

As for my myspace messages...I've saved every single one since I started my myspace...even the ugly ones that jerks sent me telling me how ugly and fat I am. I don't know why...I just know that it's not to use against anyone later. I think I keep them because I have such a bad memory of things...it helps me remember...sometimes remembering things that I want to forget, but that's the price I pay to have a few fond memories. I should delete them though...there are really, really old ones in there...lol.

xxxoooxxx
Misty

This weekend

Was an emotional one for me, to say the least, but I won't bore anyone with details, just this. She said to me "I wish I could've had someone take a picture of us dancing in the rain." to which I replied "All the good pictures, the special moments are never on film, they belong only to your memory, that's what makes them special and only yours."

SimplySam's picture

Ha...DONE!

I saw your bulletin before I saw the new inbox crapola, then went to check it out. Sure enough...I got OCD by Proxy, thank you very much, due to all the unreads I had. So thanks again to you, I cleaned all my shit out already. Dumpola. Gone. Done dealio.

Eh...it needed to happen sooner or later. Thanks for the lil nudge :-)

the divine sinner's picture

Everything gets tossed

I make sure there is no evidence of letters or pics or anything that can remind my current girlfriend of past girlfriends. just another unnecessary headache. like jomadd said, get rid of it all...

BumzIzMe's picture

I actually have an old

I actually have an old e-mail account purely dedicated to correspondence between my college roommates and myself, after we had all moved on to different parts of the world. Every so often when we wax nostalgic we'll re-send some of the old missives around. It's like reading an interactive diary, I'd hate to part with it. Everything else gets the trash can icon of death.

~Mandi ;)
http://www.myspace.com/manderbitch

jomadd's picture

Delete it all!

Pictures, cards, letters, and memories, they only serve to hold you back from finding that next great thing. Stop holding on to the past! Be free to be....