So I have 1000 something emails in my in-box right now. I wish I was exaggerating. This is making me feel anxious, annoyed and completely overwhelmed. Am I the only one that lives like this? Every day I see the number increase. In the rare moment that I’m in the loo alone, I can delete a few unwanted messages. But I’m usually never alone. The procession line ensues as soon as I enter the bathroom. It’s as if a silent alarm sounds off that only the kids can hear, and before you know it, all three of them are standing in our tiny half bathroom while I’m trying to take a shit. You’d think I’d remember to lock the door.
So there I am, on the toilet, completely helpless. I have to resort to throwing things to get them out. It’s really an amazing sight to be seen. I go for anything I can reach- brushes (hair and toilet), magazines, hand towels. These I like to whip around, sometimes two fisted. Like a lasso.
I check my email on my phone several times a day. Sometimes there are play date email blasts, always a good thing. Sometimes I’ll get an email from a friend who actually wants to talk to me! But mostly, it’s all shit. It’s not uncommon where I’ll miss an important email because it’s sandwiched in-between a Red Envelope deal of the day and someone who needs help saving a horse from slaughterville.
The frustrating thing is that everything I do creates more emails. It’s like a vortex of…a vortex of some kind of thing that spirals and spins and sucks and multiplies like this thing, you know? Ok. Sorry. Still no good at analogies. Anyway, I’ll give an example instead. I signed up for a 5K to help the children in Africa get clean water. Well, I didn’t actually run it. I’m not proud. I was in the bathroom with a nasty case of the runs, actually alone at 5 in the morning, the day of the race. I could have used a little company that morning. The cramping was horrible. Horrible! So now I get emails from these marathon people all of the time. Fantastic. No good deed goes unpunished.
I also just joined Living Social because that’s all I hear people talking about. “I got this great deal, and saved $100 on blah,blah, blah.” I wasn’t listening really. I felt left out, so I had to join. But now I’m getting all these annoying emails about these amazing deals that I have no time for anyway. All these great places I can travel to for dirt cheap. NO TIME. NO MONEY. NO TIME. Since I’ve joined Living Social, I feel like a big fat loser. Maybe I can get a gym discount?
The other problem is that it feels like every time I unsubscribe from whatever company, I get put on another list. Or every time I make a purchase (Barnes and Noble/Amazon), they wind up sending me emails again.
“I’m sick of it! I’m sick of it! “(Scene with Ashley Judd in the movie Heat with Al Pacino. Classic.)
Here’s where I think the problem lies. I don’t have a job where I go to work, and sit in front of a computer all day. If I did, I could devote at least ten minutes a day going through, sorting and deleting emails. I swear I wouldn’t have the issue I’m having now. (Sounds like a good reason/excuse, yes? I’m going with it.)
Nowadays, when I do have a chunk of time to go on the computer, I’m looking up whatever video my four-year-old wants to watch, or looking up a recipe for dinner, or googling Matt Damon, or living vicariously through some friends on Facebook- the ones that don’t have kids, or pinning shit on Pinterest, which also makes me feel like a big loser. Look at all these awesome things I have on my boards that I will never be able to afford to wear, or places I will never be able to travel to, or recipes that I have zero fucking talent to be able to cook. Ugh.
Technology is really doing zero for my self esteem. So I decided that I’m giving up signing up for stuff and buying stuff on line. It’s the stuff that is making my life more stressful. I’m going back to the days of going to the store and hand picking a gift. I’ll browse the aisles for hours instead of browsing pages online. I’ll come home and wrap your gift, and then wrap it again in brown paper or shove it in a box, and drag my ass to the post office to ship it. I’ll also hand deliver your flowers or your baby gift. For my next 5K I will refuse to register online. I will call and do it. I’ll claim that I don’t have an email address. You need a horse saved? You need someone released from jail? No problem. Come to my door. I’ll sign on the dotted line.
Or…
I’ll just clean out my inbox everyday. Fuck.