How to: (Not) Send Decent Mails + Example !


I had some plans for today's post and then a mail that I received changed my mind. It was a mail by a really kind reader that had a certain question for me. I tried, really tried, to overcome my temptation to answer here, but my need for sarcasm won. So the rest is just copy-paste.

"Hey, Debbie, I read your blog for some time now and I must say that you are a really creative gal, doing some really interesting things and living in Greece. Please correct me if I got it wrong. But, shouldn't you deal with more serious stuff in your age? I read in the ___-ish that Greece is deep in the crisis and I wonder why you don't do more rather than silly (but nice) crafts and nice recipes in your life. In my opinion if you were a little proud of being Greek you should do something about your national problem. And hey, I hear that you Greeks have no money, how can you afford an internet connection? Or do you go to Starbucks for hipsterish coffee and internet? hahaha Please consider all the above as friendly talk, X"

So I received such a mail, seriously. For real, people. In real life.

I don't tend to deal with misunderstandings online but that "gal" didn't leave me another choice. He may just be joking, but hey you sent that to me and I will answer you with the same courtesy and tact. I also don't like Starbucks coffee, too much buzz for absolutely nothing.

So let's see. As far for being proud to be a Greek, guess what? I am not.  

Why should I be proud of my lineage? You can't be proud of something unless you labored to earn it. You can't be proud of anything unless you get down your damn ass and go for it. To me, pride is a term that can be used for thing that are achieved and le' me inform you can't/ shouldn't be even a little damn proud of being an Greek, Australian, Canadian, Spanish etc We all are a matter of luck, a coincidence, a good day in the pool of chances. Yes, yes I know that's shockingly shocking! It was by chance that you are alive now (hello Genetics!). The funny thing is that you didn't even try to come in this world, your mama did all the hard work. So please, please spare me with the "hey girl where is your pride?" bitch face.

You can feel disappointed, blessed, lucky about your genes and your culture, but don't pass the red line of the the "pride" term. And for the record I really feel happy about my heritage and culture, but nothing to do with the pride nothing. We are talking about different concepts here, ok? Anyway.

{ Here's the genius George Carlin's opinion about pride.}

And then comes the "education" matter. The subject that can be the cause and the result of all our problems. As a human you have the rare and  spontaneous ability to be curious about things. To want to learn more. How things roll, what's this, and that and that over there. Unfortunately, the educational systems wants graduates/specialized machines that don't think and doubt anything. Graduates that as long they have their bread and circuses sit back and put their minds in auto-pilot. What a great way to maintain the status quo big guys, well done, you did well! 

 { Why our educational system isn't the best one possible. }

So guess what? I decided to have some hobbies, yes hobbies. I know that you in your funky country you may not have such a extraordinary privilege, but my hobbies make me who I am. My dream is not to be the bestest neurobiologist ever with no interests, all day in the lab, finding the medicine of all the neurodegenerative diseases. Not even in my second life. So as a person with hobbies, like wow man, I decided to share my love about some things with other people around the world, who have the same passions. And here we come to the internet subject.

I have internet, in my house. Oh yes. Right now, I sit on my comfy chair and I write these things, which will go online anytime soon, through my own internet connection.

Because if I didn't have an internet connection this country would be rich and famous. Like Arctic Monkeys. Pff nevermind. But yeah, to answer your question there are people who can't afford an internet connection, or the taxes or renting a house. And that's (may) not (be) their fault. So you must know that I am talking really personally here, no generalizations and stuff. Pure personal experience. Boom you got it.

So thanks everybody out there for being so kind and stuff, I have always some warm sarcasm for situations like this.

Have a great weekend ya' all! :) ❤


Déspina Kortesidou

Déspina Kortesidou was born with the April flowers sometime in the '90s in the sunny peninsula of Greece. She is a graduating master student of neuroscience & metabolism, and a born adventurer.

(3rd person statements sound so official, love it)

She founded In Whirl of Inspiration, back in 2011 when she was (just) a biology student, in the island of Crete. In Whirl of Inspiration started as a creative and writing outlet for when studying molecules, became too monotonous. Recently, she started writing a children book and a not-so-children's book about the civil war in Greece. She has a soft spot for cheese, elder people, and (her own) jokes, but can't tell any as she ruins them by laughing too early. She enjoys sharing advice for eating healthier, or inspiring people to cover themshelves with plants, color and confetti.

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Thank you so much for reading!