Each day, I dread logging into my email account. An act of necessity, I often exit once or twice before truly diving in. No I didn’t lose my password or get attacked by spam – the culprit is billions of semi legitimate emails, just waiting for my attention. It might be writing contests, bank statements, the Google alerts I signed up for … or something that’s actually necessary, but it’s always there. And rather than waste hours per day reading what others have sent, I delete them. Those newsletters you probably emailed, that sign up stuff that had to be verified, they’re all long gone. Into the depths of Gmail and forever out of my hair.
To be clear, I do address the emails that are truly important. Work questions, responses to writing applications, and whatever else isn’t a giant waste of time is kept. Perhaps a someecards quip or stat about Kansas State football. The rest, though? Trash.
This constant battle to keep my email new-message free, however, is a big time commitment. (Can I get a #whitepeopleproblems?) To cut this off at the source, I’ve started boycotting anything that requests my email address. No new sign ups, no shopping that doesn’t allow guests, and no “sign up and get”s. OR, say it’s a service I do need, I use the Hotmail address I haven’t used in two years. It’s likely full of old college news and coupons from Bath and Body Works, the company that asks for electronic info every time you shop. Can we not just buy our Exotic Coconut candles in peace?
To every newsletter-happy, fact-sender, constant-tip-provider, inbox-filler out there, I’m done. Instead of signing up for your service, I’ll find an alternative one that doesn’t send multiple emails per day. Facebook sign-ins are equally annoying, requiring access to personal information and posting at-will on our social media pages. And say, you’re Etsy or Amazon, or something equally awesome, I’ve already unsubscribed to your constant nagging and unsolicited advice.
Nice try, guys. But when I want your help, I’ll be sure to check out the recommendations section – on my own time, and in a place where my inbox can be none-the-wiser.
Screen shots taken from Pinterest and someecards 10-25-12.