Just reading the cards is therapy for me. I read of lost loves, loneliness, obsession, mothers and fathers, loving and not loving children, eating buggers, and so much more. Some of the cards elicit my own memories. Others make my own little troubles quite pale by comparison. When I read one that brings back memories or reminds me of my own thoughts I feel a rush of relief, almost.
I have thought of several I want to send myself now.
The anonymous world attracts me. I leave books (bookcrossing) all over the place; it's nice to find out specifically that they've been picked up but I know they are all picked up and I imagine the next reader or I think of the cleaning person tossing the book in the trash. I send postcards to people all over the world (postcrossing.com), people I do not know and will never meet. I am delighted by the limited, restricted contact I get from this activity. If I send secrets to postsecret I may never know if it makes it to the blog or into the next book. But will that matter? I like this kind of short, abbreviated contact better than I do contact that could develop into something more. Good topic for a postsecret...
