of reticence and mysteriousness
From: Al P. Stuart
Sent: Friday, January 7, 2005 3:52 pm
Subject: of reticence and mysteriousness
I kept glancing at the message in my Inbox, knowing full well that it was spam and I needed to delete it. And yet the subject line was so incredibly compelling that I also knew I would open it and read it.
For knowing a spammer will have gotten to me, gotten past my last line of spam defense (my common sense), I despised the email.
I couldn't look at it. No, of course I wouldn't.
But at the same time, I could not delete it. I needed to keep it, hold it in my Inbox with the grip of a protective mother who does not love her child. No matter how ugly and nasty and horrid that child may be, we still have a connection.
This spam enigma mocked me with every ounce of its existence. It sat there through the weekend, pointing and laughing at my weakness. Its very subject line proclaimed that my moment of reluctance would break my resolve.
And then, I opened it.
It's spiel for low mortgage rates severed the hold it had on me. I deleted it.
