No, I Won’t Sign Up For Your Email List and I Will Not Create One

Carol Burt
4 min readFeb 26, 2020
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I can’t handle it and it might make me pull out the rest of my hair!

I just can’t bring myself to start an email list and the reason is because I know well my abilities and weaknesses. I’m old. Eventually we get to know our limits.

I don’t want my own email filled with everybody and their dog’s blog (yes, people really do write blogs from their dog’s point of view), advertising, campaign mail, etc. I’m sure others feel the same about their email.

I can’t bring myself, in good conscience, to ask for my readers’ email. I know that means if Medium stops, I won’t have an audience, but, oh well. I’ve been up stink creek without a paddle many times. Anyway, there’s my social security and state pension, so I won’t starve. Well, not unless Trump completely sinks the government…which could happen.

Every morning I get up and open my email and inwardly groan or maybe I even audibly groan? Yes, I think I actually groan (and moan) out loud.

I once abandoned an email account that had about six-thousand unread emails in it. I just could not keep the damned thing caught up.

At that time I was subscribing to a lot of blogs, belonged to several Yahoo groups, and to various support groups for all that ails me.

Then there were the friendly letters from everybody running for any political office. They all asked me for money. Then their parties wanted money, too. Then they wanted me to take their survey and mark their polls.

I once checked on some life insurance. I should have known better. The spam from the ever-lovin’ insurance companies almost sunk my email boat. Then there were the few important emails to pick out of the pile. It just got to be too much.

I could spend whole days trying to clean out my email. It was especially time consuming since I have ADD and I’d get bogged down by an email from a book club, or a blog that sounded interesting, etc., and never make much progress. More emails would come while I was still trying to get rid of or read the older ones. I’d see things I wanted to “read later,” so I’d leave them.

Carol Burt

Former print journalist, former mayor, retired law enforcement officer. Writing about politics and government along with random personal essays.