The most popular word in my household is 'Unsubscribe.' Someone says or types this brusque phrase of dismissive farewell daily. Sometimes, the recipient is an over-priced and underwhelming video streaming service like Netflix, but quite often it's an irritating Substack newsletter delivered via email, a weekly epistle that once seemed vaguely interesting but now merely offers repetitive and self-referential memoranda of profound tedium. You can only instantly delete these unreadable screeds so many times before you consider their complete and utter termination from your already over-stuffed Inbox an absolute necessity.
In many respects, I suppose such overweening dispatches from the author's inflated ego are not much different than this blog. But at least I do not invade your Gmail with my pop-philosophy, lists of best Albanian movies, or tips for cleaning grout with vinegar and baking soda. If you're reading this, then it's your own fault: you've either wandered here by foolish mistake or arrived of your own, very questionable, free will. I simply provide a murky and shallow oasis of unimportant thoughts and nonsensical ideas, inviting the bored and bewildered to pitch their tents for a few wasted minutes of the day. Please clean up after your camel and forward any of my posts you've enjoyed to Lawrence of Arabia. Nothing is impossible, or so I'm told.
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