My mother is the type of person who sends a thank you card for every occasion. She sends one for every gift received, every letter sent, every event attended. Just a few weeks ago she sent me a thank you note for inviting her to my thesis reading, something I should clearly be thanking her for.
I’m not quite as bad, but I do feel similarly overcome with gratitude at the smallest gesture. It’s difficult, for instance, to not send a note of thanks to every editor who sends a slightly less brutal rejection or even a line of commentary about my story specifically.
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