Greeting Cards
Make them stop. Or at least elevate them with a personal message.
I’m grateful any time someone thinks of me kindly- especially long enough to display their thoughts via a kind gesture.
But I hate greeting cards.
I know this sounds petty, but hear me out.
It takes all but a few minutes to grab a card during an already-planned outing, sign your name to it, and stick it in the mail.
Again, a kind gesture is better than no gesture.
But I’ve always wondered upon receiving one of these generic well-wishes, why not just call or text me a more personal message if you’re genuinely interested in wishing me well?
To me, a greeting card has always felt like an obligatory chore to be completed. A tick off the ol’ To Do list. Not an actual thoughtful message, but a self-satisfying, virtue-signaling sigh of relief.
There. I’ve completed that task, now I can move on to the more important stuff.
It feels thoughtless. It feels mandatory. It feels cheap. And It feels insincere.
It makes me wonder- why some people choose greeting cards as a way to communicate.
Perhaps for those habitual greeting card senders, the cards themselves feel like a safe form of communication. Not everyone grew up communicating their thoughts and feelings as openly as people do today.
Grabbing a card off the shelf, pre-written by somebody else feels safe because it’s a less vulnerable way to communicate.
My parents, for example, seem to feel uncomfortable discussing basic topics I deem uncontroversial, yet delight at giving and receiving mass-produced cards written by an unknown third party.
This strikes me as odd.
However, technological advancements have ultimately affected the way we communicate. My parents’ generation didn’t grow up communicating online. Whereas today, we have social media, text messaging, email- you name it.
We all communicate publicly and it’s easier than ever before.
And it’s the younger generations who tend to send less greeting cards. Why? My guess is because they’ve had a lot of practice communicating thoughts and feelings openly through various channels, thus greeting cards have become obsolete.
I hate to say it, but most of these cards, with very few exceptions, end up in my rubbish bin (sorry, Mom).
It’s one thing to receive a mass-produced card with only a signature attached. But if the card has a thoughtfully constructed, hand-written message from the sender and seems genuine, I’ll most likely keep it forever.
It only takes a smidgen more thought to produce something meaningful.
In this lonely world we live in, I’m all for reaching out via whichever channel you feel the most comfortable communicating in.
But if you choose to send a greeting card, at least scribble a quick message at the bottom, in your own words, before signing your name. Bonus points if the personal message is sincere and heartfelt.
Because nothing makes me feel lonelier than receiving a mass-produced, generic card reeking of pity and obligation.