My email box
I know…I am a killjoy. With all the fun things happening on the internet, you would think that I would just LOVE to forward everyone I know religious messages about loving my neighbor and cute little pictures of kittens hugging and saying “I Love You” or participating in some “Get Rich Now By Forwarding This To EVERYONE You Know” scheme or adding my name to a list of people who have been married and haven’t gotten divorced. But…I don’t get it.
I don’t want to rain on anyone’s parade, but all of this stuff just is a clutter. Just like on Facebook with all the poking and applications and stuff, it’s all participatory…and I’m just not that kind of guy. Sure, I open the email and check it out. But for me to open it, read it, understand it, decide if I want to forward it and then go through my group of friends and decide who will actually enjoy such an email or who will think I’m a big idiot for forwarding a picture of a kitten or a kinky sex joke or whatever just takes up too much space in my brain.
The easiest thing for me to do? Delete. It’s pretty simple and doesn’t take up too much of my time. Delete is the new pink! It’s the hippest new way to tell people to stop sending all the crap! Email, much like junkmail, can get overwhelming! So…I’m not being rude (I don’t think) when I say…to whoever is sending out all these ridiculous emails about how an email will save lives or forests or relationships or make me money…I ain’t buying it. I Delete it. If I want to save lives, I donate. If I want to save forests, I recycle. If I want to make money, I go to work. I do not believe that I can do any of those things through an email. I might be wrong. If you know of any email that has been sent to you that HAS saved a life, a forest, a critter, made you money quick, brought you closer to God, made you a friend in Australia, brought joy to thousands of people, made someone cry, made you laugh or brought sexual fulfillment to your life…then by all means…email it to me right now! I must have it!
Delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete…..