There are the pitches from publicists that some nobody in nowhere opened a new office on Main Street. There is the 32nd email from the Brennan Center that Attorney General Eric Holder will be speaking at their forum today. There is the latest attempt from some low-rent publicist trying to sell an ignorant piece of crap by some nobody scum lawyer, who also notes he’s available for an interview.
Then there are the dozens, sometimes hundreds, of emails with links to articles, stories, new ones and follow-ups. There are the questions from sad folks, nice folks, crazy folks, plus people who assume I exist to read their 10,000 word stories.
There are the well-written and succinct emails, and the incomprehensible emails from people who should know better but are trying to be kinda snarky without realizing they’re neither funny nor interesting. Then there are the people, people who I don’t know, who want to discuss my posts with me, privately by email, because they think they’re fascinating. Their feelings are easily hurt when they don’t receive the reply they are certain they’re due.
And there are more. Much more. More than you can possibly imagine.
I may have time to write a post or two, but I don’t have time to sift through the insanity that arrives in my email. I can’t read every link sent me. If you can’t explain in a sentence why I should read it, I won’t. Nor will I read your email. Nor will I respond.
I spent a long time this morning going through emails, before I got to reading the stuff I wanted to read, and writing a post. And it’s a problem. No, you are not the most special person in my life that I will give your email the hour you think it deserves. No, I will not strain to try to grasp your secret, hysterically funny if mind-numbingly obtuse snarky reference. No, I do not want to read the 27 linked stories that you thought were interesting.
And most importantly, no, I don’t really care that you think I should write about something because you think it’s really interesting. I don’t work for you. Give me a break, please.