Unsubscribe Orgy

 

Every once in a while, I’m inspired to unsubscribe from all the lists I never agreed to be on. I’m just so tired of opening e-mails telling me to lose my Belly Fat or decorate my front door, to save money on this, to earn money on that. I’m exhausted and dispirited by the whiney “We’re begging you!!” pleas and even when I agree with the issue 1000%, I refuse to sign the petition or donate money and add them to my “unsubscribe” list. And don’t get me started on the latest headlines of the clown show in Congress.

 

Amidst all the hoopla about how e-mail and social media and the Internet will connect us and make our lives easier, what it really does is make it easy for us to reveal who we are as a people, a country, a culture. And the news is not good. It’s all —predictably— lower chakra stuff—sex, money, power. Not much (except some list on I’m called Inspiring Quotes which I actually appreciate) of a look at our higher capabilities and possibilities. So it becomes a window to our soul and the view is pretty much a garbage dump. Who wants to see that day after day after day? All so we can look for the actual useful e-mail about arranging the workshop or once in a blue moon, a lovely little note from a friend. All of which gets more and more buried in the avalanche of junk, maybe three or four out of 40 different e-mails. 

 

And my theory about unsubscribing is that they get their revenge by selling your address to five more companies you never want to hear from. Like cutting off the heads of the mythical Hydra, who grows back two more for each one severed. Why even bother?

 

But I did, another 20 minutes lost of this precious life. And then taking the time here to tell about it. Sigh.

 

PS Please don’t unsubscribe from this Blog! I’m begging you! J