In this world of text and instant messages, email use (according to my son) has decreased. Of course, you wouldn’t know that from my work email inbox. I receive way too many emails on any given day. A great percentage of those emails are, to use a technical term, annoying. Vendors I’ve never heard from are constantly addressing me in a familiar manner, trying to sell me their latest product or service. Then there are the emails that come to me that should really go to a different team member. Then there are the emails on which I am copied on for no explicit reason. I could go on. But you get the point.
Lately, I’ve taken a more proactive step to try to unsuscribe from email lists. It is amazing how one can end up on email lists for things that are so random and of no interest to you. In doing my attempt to unsuscribe, I have come across a really annoying step in the process. Often, as I note I want to be taken off their lists, they make me (or try to) tell them why I don’t want their emails.
No. Sorry. Not sorry. I don’t have to tell you why I don’t want your emails. I just want to be left alone. Isn’t that enough? It’s not like we have a deep relationship where I owe you an explanation. You just sent one too many emails and I’m tired of it. Next.
psychologistmimi 
Hehe, there’s Always Been A Strangely
Satisfying Feeling of Being Somewhat
Outcast For THere is a Whole World of
Nature Just
Waiting for
Human
Companionship
Free Like the First
Toad in the Spring Season
Wandering Up to the Road
After a Long Torpor State of Hibernation
Gently Nudging Him Off the Road so another
80,000 Dollar or So Four Wheel-Drive That Never
Leaves the Road Sponsored by A Two or Three Check
Receiving Baby Boomer Like me Flattens Nature to Asphalt
Human
Dreams
of Driving
What Was once
House Values Now
Trucks to Retirement
Dreams of Finally Proving
Manhood is Real And Free
Yet You See They Still Don’t Understand
How the Meek Inherit the Earth They Simply
Become Naked Enough Whole Complete
And Help the
Little One’s
off the Road
Not to Become
Part of the God’s of War….
It’s True i Unsubscribed
To Clothed Manhood All
The Tools of God’s of War Long Ago…
i Suppose i Could Have Used the Other
Meme for Toxic Putin And Trump Masculinity
Named “Dog’s of War” Yet You See That’s Part
of the Issue As Dogs, Wolves, And Pigs Are Seen
As Disgrace
In Biblical Ways
Yet They Are Truly
More Loving Wild
Naked
And
Free
Than
God’s of War…
Including All Merciful
Loving God’s Gaslighting
Reality That Way Until the
Enemies They Love As Friends Are Tortured
Forever As Any Psychopath As Demagogue
Comes to
Gaslight Play…
Just in
Case
Anyone
Wonders
Who Sponsors
The Original Meme
Still Worshiped Now
In Plain Sight By Close
to Half the World Today…
Which Simply Means it’s Part
of Human Nature That Must
Be Identified And Conquered
As Shadow God Among All Humans Still…
You Know it’s a Pretty Scary World i Went Out
And Danced A Fool in Front of the People in this
Area of God’s of War Just to Make sure no one ever
Took me Serious Enough to Do Away With my Free And
i’ll Be God Damned
If they Still Didn’t
Call me Famous
And Legend
Just for
A Frigging
Dance For No Green God Dollar Bill
to Insure that never Happened at All…
All that Was Left to Do is Dance With
The Stars Naked And So Far it’s Working Well…
i Am no Fool It’s True Only The Meek Really Inherit Love And Free..;)
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Since last month I have also worked on unsubscribing from annoying vendors – many are persistent and I need to unsubscribe again and again! Or they take you to another page, hoping to trick you into subscribing for more! AHHH! thanks for sharing
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