I love snail mail, postcards, letters and anything stationery to the point of obsession. If we’ve ever met, chances are you’ve (ahem, repeatedly) heard me complaining about the lack of kitschy stationery in this pitiful country.
I’m not sure why I didn’t think of making my own before. Okay, right, because I’m a lazy bitch, that’s why I guess.
She smiled at me so nicely that I had to approach her.
“You should know that about two minutes ago I was really, really angry,” she said. “Someone was rude to me at the copy place. I get angry a lot.”
“How do you get over your anger so quickly?”
“I have a good friend who doesn’t like anger, so when I get upset, I think about him. I try to pull myself back from the rage and into my body at the present moment.”