"I am no longer interested (not that I was in the first place)"
The joy of unsubscribing. Checking one’s emails is a tricky proposition these days. Wading through the dross and intrusive messages asking you about car accidents, savings, shoes, health, pet care… the list is endless. “Why are they sending me this stuff” my internal voice asks. I neither know not nor can I remember ever having expressed an interest in the majority of topics that land in my inbox, but somehow, I am on the receiving end.
It's the dreaded subscription. And it appears as if subscription is no longer a choice but something that happens automatically when clicking on any number of websites.
Having had just about enough I embarked on an unsubscribe journey. Separating the wheat from the chaff, getting rid of the time wasters and chancers and generally de cluttering. It’s cathartic I can tell you.
I long ago reduced all physical mail to the extent that I receive maybe two letters a week, if that, and both the recycling bin and my peace of mind have benefitted from this. I fundamentally don’t want anyone contacting me unless they are known to me. Those that knock at my door without good reason beware. If I want to find out about a religion I will do so, If I want to hear about an offer, I will seek it out, If I want to donate to a charity I will make arrangements. I don’t need to stand with an uninvited visitor at my threshold trying to engage me in, what is essentially, salesmanship.
And that is what the subscription email is, an unwanted visitor trying to get you to part with your hard-earned cash. So, take my advice and unsubscribe, unsubscribe with extreme prejudice, unsubscribe with gusto. You will feel lighter, you will feel spiritually elevated…perhaps that last statement is going a bit far, but once you unsubscribe your email life will never be the same. Maybe I should go door to door and spread the good news!
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