I figured it out about ten years ago when you got a computer and online savvy.
You send me an email weekly (at least) telling me if I don’t send it on to five (more is better) of my favorite people all hell will break loose. But it’s okay because “God” or Nieman Marcus sent it to you apparently, and you just want to ensure I’ll receive the money, hopes, answered prayers and cookie recipes promised in said email by sending it on.
Well, I’m here to tell you I fell for that the first five years and, like a moron, sent it on to my fav five, plus back to you as instructed… and just like the Publishers Clearing House Sweepstakes claim I won 5 bazillion bucks … nothing happened.
At least I don’t think so.
Maybe I’ve been staying alive only because of those chain-emails. Or, maybe I’m still alive as punishment for not sending them on. Maybe I was supposed to meet my maker and exist in blissful immortality picking silver fruits from gold trees in the kingdom of heaven. (What does one do with a silver fruit in heaven anyway?)
Anyway: Thank You.
Your emails saved my life …or kept me from dying. Either way, I am none the wiser.
Send them to me if you must. I will destroy them in my inbox and steady myself for the eventual apocalypse from my actions/inactions…
(I live on the edge.)