Three little letters I hate to see in the subject line of my e-mail in-box.
I sigh, loud and long, when I see friends or acquaintences have taken the time to e-mail me the latest round robin chain letter or inspirational poem or--worst of all--some online petition to protest the use of on-line petitions or some news story that's suppose to make me outraged enough to write my own online petition.
I'd so much rather hear from people about REAL life. Sure, I make things up for a living. I live in the fantasy worlds of my own creation, but that doesn't mean I wouldn't rather get a quick note from my friend Mary Sue telling me how her garden grows or how last night's curds and weigh turned out than a chain letter that she wants me to forward to ten amazing women I know plus send back to her to show her how much I care about her as a friend.
SIGH. I don't want people to think I'm anti-social or that I don't want to talk to them. I do. Really. I'd love nothing better than to discuss any topic that comes up. The price of tomatoes, where to buy great kid's shoes, Obama vs. Clinton, my favorite color - whatever. I want to interact with people, not just hit the reply button and send back the same pre-written drivel they've just sent me to show them some form of solidarity.
I don't mind news briefs, like when DH sends me links to articles about Joss Whedon or Battlestar Galactica. I don't mind when someone sends me a pertinent cartoon joke for a chuckle or even a cute pic from LOLCats, but please, please, please - don't send me something that requires me to add my name to a list and pick ten people out of my inbox to forward to so Bill Gates can track an e-mail around the world and I can get a $100 gift certificate to Denny's. Please don't send me inspirational quotes that will bring me good luck if I send them back to you in five minutes. Send me a note that says, "Hi! How are you? What's up?" Or "Guess what?" and tell me your life story, rant, rave, wax rhapsodic, I don't care. I'll respond, but please don't ask me to hit forward.
In the immortal words of Meatloaf, "I'll do anythign for love, but I won't do that."