25786.

When I was little, I had this cardboard mailbox toy. I don’t remember why I had it. Someone probably gave it to me for my birthday or something. It looked like a mailbox you see in front of a house on a country lane, the kind with the little red flag you push up to signify mail is inside.

I kept my mailbox on my bookshelf next to my Polly Pockets collection. I don’t quite remember when or why it started, but one morning the little red flag was pushed up. Surprised, I peeked inside and found a note addressed to me. It read simply, “I Love You.” What an unexpected treat! I remember jumping up and down in front of my parents, telling them about my discovery,

And from there on out, on most every morning for years, I’d wake up and see the red flag standing at attention. Sometimes it was a note saying. “I believe in you.” Other times it might be a funny picture cut out of a magazine. Or a Hershey’s chocolate kiss. Or a book. Or a drawing of a funny face. On and on. Day after day. Treat after treat. You can’t believe how happy this made me. I felt so special knowing someone took the time out to make this magic happen. This was and is the strongest memory from my childhood.

Funny though, nothing was ever signed. Everything I received was from some anonymous source. And really, it was every day -- except when my father went away on a business trip. Then the mail would stop....

You know something silly, when I go out to my mailbox each day, there are bills and junkmail and what-not. But secretly, I’m half hoping to find a little note maybe hiding at the back...

God I miss him so much. He was the single greatest person I have ever known.

I wonder if they have mailboxes in heaven.

26052.

I send many emails throughout the day. And embarrassingly enough, especially for a university grad, my spelling is plain awful. So I began to keep track of my worst offenses, the words I always spell wrong:

apparantly
thier
wierd
seperate
benifit
independance
embarassed
boundry
algorhythm
fourty
Nietche
inadequite
abundence
congradulations
permanantly

(I spelled them wrong here on purpose so you could see what I mean.)

Thinking myself clever, I printed them out (correctly) and pasted them on the side of my computer as a reference. But inevitably people would ask what the words were for. I certainly didn't want to explain my spelling shortcomings.

So I took down the list and replaced it with:

Apparently, a weird benefit to separate yet independent boundaries: Their inadequate algorithm offers an abundance of congratulations which permanently embarrass.
-Nietzsche, age forty

Now I have my reference words and nobody bothers to ask. They think it is merely some weird existential quote.

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