Like most folks, I have a couple of different email in-boxes. One’s more for work, one’s more for fun, and one seems to be the catchall for hundreds of spam messages. That’s right, hundreds — every day.
I get messages for products — how do I put this delicately — to enhance the size and prowess of a particular body part that’s not a standard equipment on the female form. From these messages, I have learned that this particular body part requires quite a lot tending, in terms of medication, cremes, patches and powders. I had no idea. Always seemed rather straightforward to me: Stimulus. Response. Done.
Oh, and I get many touching messages from lonely young women who’d like to show me their pictures, dear things.
I had no idea that I had so many kinsmen who die in Africa, Latin America and China, leaving immense fortunes which can be mine if I cooperate with certain widowed wives of former dignitaries of said nations.
People write daily to sell me OEM software, whatever that is, and “genuine replica watches”. Let’s see, it’s “genuine” and “replica” — sounds surprisingly like “fake”.
The other day I received a message from the unfortunately named “Cosimo Kiang”, who wanted to give me $500, just for clicking a button. Where do they manufacture these names, anyway? Throwing darts at a phone book?
Every couple of days, I scan through these messages looking for an authentic message from a real person asking me a real question. This trolling and culling takes too much of my time, and I always worry that I’ve overlooked or deleted something of real importance.
I hate spam. It sucks my time and attention and gets me all distracted and fidgety.
But you know what? The deluge of stupid, time-wasting, ridiculous messages is not restricted to my email in-box. Nope, I get plenty of spam addressed to one other mailbox I sort through regularly — the in-box between my ears.
You know these kinds of spam messages: Be thinner. Be younger. Be older. Be smoother. Be tougher. Be gentler. Be taller. Be sexier. Be buff. Be wealthy. Be #1. Be as self-sacrificing as Mother Teresa.
In short: Be something other than what you are.
The spam between my ears doesn’t help me live my best possible life. It clogs me up, paralyzes me, helps me feel inadequate and unsuccessful. So, I’ve taken to sorting through and culling those messages, too. The good news is that I’ve finally arrived at the place where I receive the message, decide whether it’s something to pay attention to or not, then click that old delete button.
If you have a ton of spam in the in-box between your ears, maybe it’s time to do a major purge. Better yet, set some filters so the most annoying, time consuming, distracting messages go to the trash before you ever see them!
The best messages are those that lift you up, reinforce the best part of you, remind you what makes you uniquely wonderful, prompt you to live authentically, and allow you to change that which holds you back.
The rest? A spam-like waste of time.