Hey Spammers, Are You Proud Of Your Life Choices?
I am so sick of all the spammers of the world; I could be physically ill. A few years ago, I swore off Gmail because I was being spammed so aggressively, I just couldn’t take it anymore. Eventually, I ended up slinking back, but that’s another story.
Then my husband and I switched cell phone providers, and our spam calls went through the roof and MAN have they gotten sneaky. The call pops up with a person’s name, so it looks like it’s in your contacts or a person you know. We downloaded spam filters, which helped, but didn’t solve the problem. Some legislation passed which helped more. Things slow down in the spam world, but recently I’m seeing an uptick.
Now I’m being spammed on my professional work email. Oh, and this one dude is legit fighting with me after I’ve asked nicely to be removed.
Honestly, I’m not even sure what you want aside from wasting my time. I click on a bogus link and then what??? I answer the phone, and no one is there so yeah, what???
What is the point? At least the spammers of yesteryear were trying to get your money. That’s action-oriented. I appreciate a spammer with a goal in mind. Y’all are just wasting my time. I’m busy. Come back never. Take your sad, tired, stupid, nobody wants your ridiculous product email, and GO HOME.
Take Belinda with you.
I’m trying to sit here and read my book, with my glass of wine in peace for five minutes before the dog gets wind the neighbor moved 5 inches too close to the property line and starts barking like he’s about to be murdered and the kids decide they are done playing nicely and I have to go drop the hammer. I don’t have time to be messing with you.
So, that’s why I want to ask you, spammers of the world – Are you proud of your life choices? If the answer is yes, get better goals. Anything is better than this. If the answer is no, find a way to take one step closer to your dreams and one step further away from me and my baseball bat which may or may not be aimed directly at you. 😳
(So, my web designer says I needed to include a bio, though I find this task silly because, if you’re here, you know me.)
I’m a writer. It’s what I do. It’s a cathartic mechanism when I need release from my anxiety. I’ve had blogs in the past; I’ve taken them down, but I never stopped writing. I simply can’t. My notes app is forever long as it’s filled with pages and pages of different topics. Sometimes I just write a few sentences. Sometimes I write paragraphs.
Recently, I've been writing long essays. My friends and others I hold dear have coaxed me into sharing my work again.
So that's what I'm doing, you wicked, pushy people. LOL
I have no desire to see my writing be anything more than an opportunity to share what I love doing most. I have no interest in this blog reaching the masses.
I thought it would be fun to call it My Spicy Disaster because that's often how I feel. A complete mess of epic proportion. So join me, if you'd like, and let's pretend we're not sitting amongst the chaos crying, but laughing instead.
Or maybe we do cry sometimes, but then wipe our tears and remember one person’s disaster is another person’s … well, who the hell knows …
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