Honestly, all of the open letters that I read on McSweeney's really disturbed me. I'm not sure if that's because of the subject matter or it is simply the idea of writing to someone who is never going to read your letter that bothers me so much. I prefer to speak rather than write when it comes to getting my ideas across to someone or something that is never going to respond. I know that talking to oneself may be seen as crazy, but if that's the case then call me crazy. I have no urge to talk to inanimate objects, celebrities, or mass groups of people, and if I know someone then I can go directly to them to talk. The only time I can imagine writing a letter is if I want to say something to the deceased, but even then I would just want to talk to them like they were standing in front of me. Is it not a tad bothersome to think that there could be a letter out there written to you? A letter that so many people have been given the opportunity to read except for yourself? The thought of not knowing is irksome.
I would like to say that I didn't write my blog against open letters just so that I could be different. They legitimately freak me out.
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