Much Too Much

Are we getting lazier? This thought - question - may only dripping from my silly little head, but circling it I am. I wonder if in our new era of virtuality and copious (occasionally incorrect) information being poured over the tips of our fingers, if we aren't taking rather than earning. Do we simply grab and snatch, when we should reach?

Heading into work this morning, the Mister was telling me how the emails he requests to be removed from must be passing his contact info onto other junk mailers. His reasoning was this: every time he gets removed from one junk email, he's spammed from another.

Now he wasn't actually complaining. He's above doing so, but he was conversationally remarking on it. Here's where we differ: I would have bypassed gentle complaining and harped straight into bitching. In a, "these assholes need to quit sending me this shit, because I see the new email show up and get excited it a) is from my agent with mind-boggling yummy news b) from an author and they are responding to a spotlight/review/request or c) from the fairies of Parnassus who have traveled down the Mount to grant me One Million Dollars, three wishes and a bushel of magic chocolate.

Spam. makes. me. crazy.

But what struck me, as I had the above conversation with myself, is why. Seriously. Why?

I don't get terribly upset when I receive junk mail via snail pace. I pull it from the mailbox, toss it in the trash and forget it ever touched my palm. But spam? *hiss, boo, sign of the cross* Spam drives me eight sideways batty.

Because I'm viral greedy and virtual lazy. Unmoving, unwavering, eyes glued to the screen -- clicking delete is such an effort. Nevermind that this afternoon I'll get on my yoga mat, cook dinner, walk the dog, have a whiskey drink and prance around in my underwear for the hell of it -- when I'm in my chair working, I am lah-haze-eeee.

Le sigh.

It's much too much.

I'm going to work on my relationship with my virtual self. With avatar Paige. She needs a little more can do in her can-can ways. No more online window browsing, gluttonous Vanity Fair perusing or synonym hunting. I will work at not wasting my own time and spending my virtual days growling.

But I can't promise that I won't flick off the spam as I exuberantly delete it. That, at least, is an almost exercise.

Today's word is: averment



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