Bossy has been blogging since 1966. She struggled with the technology for the first few decades, but that issue resolved when they invented the Internet.
Before the Internet, her blog posts were contained within emails sent several times a day to a list of sitting ducks friends.
And before that, her blog posts lived inside letters. Lots and lots of letters.
A few days ago, Bossy’s husband was emptying the attic of a million storage boxes. Don’t. Be. Too. Impressed. He was looking for evidence of mice. When what should appear among the cartons of ornaments and plastic containers of old sweaters but an enormous shopping bag, jammed with letters written to Bossy.
And not just letters written to Bossy, but letters divided by individual author, each stack tied with its own fabric ribbon. Be. Very. Impressed.
Most of the letters date back to the late 80s and early 90s and are from a few different girlfriends throughout Bossy’s life. Bossy hasn’t had time to reread the letters, but she immediately emailed her friend Suzy and asked Suzy if she would like her letters back.
And you know what readers reader? Suzy couldn’t decide. She wasn’t sure if she wanted a reminder of who she was and what she was doing approximately twenty years ago. This got Bossy thinking—would Bossy want to read the blog posts letters she wrote decades ago?
Which is what today’s Ten-Word Challenge is all about. In exactly ten words, can you share with Bossy why you would or wouldn’t want to repossess the letters you wrote earlier in
your life?
And don’t forget to check back later today for the best over-sharing on the web.
I’m ashamed to say I didn’t write any stinking letters.
I would want them to keep any embarrassing things hidden, heh.
Laugh at me, hug me, slap me, understand me, sigh.
I’m different these days. I don’t want them back, yo.
Still fighting with the same lists of desires, wants, needs!
Happened to me. I read. Cringed. Then tossed. Living NOW.
I’d like a refresher on youthful optimism and national prosperity.
Have some – love reading what I was passionate/angry about.
I bore my soul to him. I want it back.
All my skeletons have everything I’ve written. As EVIDENCE allegedly…
Yes! I usually only wrote about the really fun stuff.
I wrote silly things, but the folds were very intricate.
Immaturity reigned. Sure hope I’ll never go back there again.
If I met the old me, I wouldn’t like her.
Time and life march on. I’m not the same today.
The organ living under spiral perm was smaller back then.
Yes I would, because I don’t remember any of it.
Recently tossed 25 years o’letters received. Kept journals, won’t read.
Better my old letters than my old diaries.
At 16, I can only imagine my grasp on reality.
I still have them all, but I don’t read them.
I met my husband through all those letters. Pen Pals.
Yes–Want custody of all mad and deformed brain children.
Read my High School diary. Regret it. Brought back angst.
I’d be embarrassed by the thoughts of the old me.
Totally would want them. To blog about now. I suck.
It might be interesting to see how stupid I was.
yes, letters – wish I’d paid more attention at the time.
I loved every inappropriate boy in town, but got better.
Amy @ prettybabies
Too much life has happened. I can’t even remember yesterday!
Want too. See if I was always a gud spellr.
It would be a short stack. Important people lived close.
Way to much water under that bridge. No thanks.
Letters? What letters? I never communicated prior to the world-wide-web.
Eighteen years ago wrote in Baby Album was baby myself!
Too painful, silly, full of early twenties angst best forgotten.
God how really really totally completely horrendously really embarrassingly embarrassing
I am who I am and who I have been.
The foggy memories of struggle are enough – need no details.
Why not? Mom found and read most of them anyway.
KEEP BELIEVING
Much more trusting then, wish I could get that back.
Innocence, love, secrets, sharing. Lost by movers. No going back.
I would want them. I’ve come a long way baby.
I was an insecure idiot; I need not be reminded.
concentration,emotions, handwritten,insight, hindsight.
In the past.
Over it.
Letters would remind me of life before zombification. Not good.
I threw away 20 years of diaries. Don’t wanna know.
Forget throwing away letters, burn them, buh bye embarrassing past.