Josh Deprez

Hi!

To misquote a few emails I’ve seen recently: “This email is about being honest and keeping things in the open. If you don’t care about emails in which the writer is being totally candid, then you can stop reading now.”

So, on to the being totally candid thing. 10 out of 10 points to me if I go through with hitting “send” on this, though my curiosity about any response is about to overpower my irrational fears any moment now.

I really like you, you’re an amazing and wonderful person. A talented mix of intellect, sensibility, adventurousness, good looks, cromulent taste in beers, and loads of other exquisite qualities I probably haven’t even observed yet. Your hair probably smells unbelievably good. Yes, I admit I’m pretty smitten, and I don’t mind it at all I can’t help but spontaneously look about and hope to see you there, smiling, nor can I help writing an odd-sounding email immediately before bedtime. Please let’s do more of the you & me thing.

Don’t worry, I’m not about to start constructing a secret shrine in your honour, put you on a pedestal, or start stalking you around the building, as hilarious as all that would be. No, the point of this email is, simply, to void all awkwardness, to provide a relief from reasonable business-related emails, and to get some satisfaction out of exercising a little penmanship. Plus, I think you deserve a good ego stroke what with all the stress recently. Relax!

I don’t know if any of these feelings of admiration are reciprocated, but it doesn’t matter. There shall be zero awkwardness on my part no matter what happens. Is that…clear? At minimum, let’s continue to be good friends

Goodnight,

Josh

I spent too much time writing this to not blog it. Hope you enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing.

Exhaustion of resources has got to be the most annoying facet of having All Of The Irons In The Fire.

Things I want that are at a premium right now:

• Time
• Space

That’s mostly it. Health is back up, and I have good feelings about future romance.

Here’s how I propose to acquire space: spend time shedding belongings. The less I have, the less I have to move around and care for. The other half of the equation is time. I can spend the time now, it seems, because of imminent criticality: not so much imminent travelling as imminent desire to grab a hold on the reins of change yet again.

So what to do with all my old stuff?

Garage sale? Donations? Storage?

How could possibly I do that to my precious belongings?!

These things have history. Everything. Every tiny scrap of paper, every useless outmoded electrical component, every sidelined project and every broken thing that’s not too broken for me to bin it in a fit of sensibility. These aren’t just objects, possessions or belongings. They’re Objects With Souls. Especially the heavy, bulky, cumbersome, fiddly, irregular, broken, storage-challenging, fragile, or delicate items. Annoyingly, they seem to have the most character of all.

Perhaps there’s some kind of Hoarders Anonymous I could go to. But alas, I’m out of time. Publish!

Dear Everybody,

No, I haven’t unfriended you on Facebook. Well, kind of. If you are offended by the concept, then go away. To everybody still in the room, let me clarify…

You haven’t been unfriended. Instead, I’ve simply “broken the habit”—I have deleted my Facebook profile.

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