I got a piece of junk mail recently. To protect the guilty party, I won't say what it was or who it was from. But getting this particular thing in the mail always makes me feel bitter and resentful inside. I feel it shoves right into my face the mistakes I've made in life. So after 14-some-odd years of just putting up with it, I finally decided to end this. I went to their website, found my old login still worked, and I unsubscribed.
I almost hoped it wouldn't be that simple. I hoped that I would've had to write them an email that would be read by a human being. I wanted that email to be the most vile, hurtful, sardonic thing ever written. I wanted that person who read it to be left crying at their desk with no self-worth and questioning their existence. I wanted to be just plain RUDE.
But the Internet made it simple for me to preserve the thin veneer of civilization that polite society coats us with. And for that, I'm actually grateful.
(However, if I get their next mailing I'm going to rip them a new one.)