I remember when I was a child. I used to run to the mailbox if I was expecting a letter. I was so excited to see my name plainly written out on that envelope. A letter addressed only to me. It was one of the reasons I enjoyed being a pen pal so much.
As an adult, I see things a little bit differently. I hate the mailbox. In fact, I could probably go days and days and days without even checking it. In fact, I am pretty sure I have done that in the past once or twice…. Or maybe three times!
After all, what is really in that mailbox for adults. Bills, bills, and usually more bills, accompanied by the occasional junk mail or flyer. Now doesn’t that sound rather exciting?
Now settle down and take a deep breath. Really, stop jumping up and down. I know you are excited. The thought of all that wonderful mail! But it is pretty hard to read while in such motions.
While people still use the mailbox and it is very important in our day to day activities, email has become the new mailbox. Ok, so it really isn’t really new. It has been around for several years. But, if you compare email to other forms of mail, I guess it could be considered new.
I got my first email address back in 1998. It seemed like such a cool technology. It was like a mailbox - only instant. You got mail. And it doesn’t even cost me a stamp. AMAZING!!!
Today, people no longer send those carefully thought out messages. Now forwards - that is another story. I get those a plenty. But those personally, thought out, takes a few minutes to address the issue, with meaning and love type emails are hardly even sent these days.
Therefore, maybe I am not alone when I say this, checking my email is no longer a daily task. It is something I check… well, when I feel like it. (Although in cheating standards, my Blackberry is linked to my email, so I am notified if anything really important is sent to me. Although on another note, I find I lose my phone more often than not. So, I guess instant notification is probably not exactly true!)
So the other day I noticed I had an email. While I can check it on my phone, I do find it very difficult to respond through my Blackberry. Therefore, I have to wait until I get to my laptop before I actually respond. Upon signing into my computer and opening the internet, I attempted to go to my gmail account.
Opps! I must have spelled something wrong when I typed gmail into the browser because instead I ended up getting redirected. Up popped Fookin mail.
When you go to your email address and 99 percent of the stuff there is spam, junk mail or forwards, I can’t help but think of the irony of getting redirected to Fookin mail. My thoughts exactly!