I don't mind receiving e-mails at all. It let's me know that, at least electronically, I am alive. When I used to get e-mail, I would act like Steve Martin in the "The Jerk". You know the scene - when he sees his name in the phonebook? Of course, we are talking thirteen or so years ago when giving someone your "e-mail" address was considered geeky or obnoxious. Today, you are considered archaic if you don't have an e-mail address. E-mailing has been my number one way of keeping in touch with all of my friends.
But when my friends send me certain types of e-mails I consider crap, that borders on the brink of me politely replying that I never want to hear from them again. Those e-mails would be (in no particular order of annoyance level): chain e-mails, prayer e-mails, urban legend e-mails, and cutesy pukey e-mails. My spam folder should be programmed to destroy all these e-mails. They are irritating and choke my e-mailbox's capacity. I loathe, detest, despise, abhor, disdain,and spurn all of them.
I don't care about chain e-mails. Trust me, I'll take my chances in not receiving that phone call about the job I interviewed for five years ago with the company that will graciously offer me 1,000 stock shares at par value the day before their IPO hits $100.
Prayer e-mails? No offense, but stop using my ISP like a church. If God wants to talk to me that bad, I doubt if it would be via a "God loves you" e-mail. He'll just set a bush in my backyard on fire.
And enough with the e-mails about how Swiffer Wet Jet causes doggie and kittie degenerative liver disease. It doesn't!! For God's sake, you have access to the net! Look it up! Here, I'll help you - Snopes.
Happy bluebirds and dancing mice are so sweet and adrable. And the e-mails that bring me such cute animated hopping rodents can be over 2 or 3 MB. And some of my e-mailboxes have limited capacity; hence, those huge e-mails suck up too much space. So if I don't get an e-mail I might be looking for because someone thought I needed cheering up and sent me an e-mail loaded with bouncing friggin pumpkins, that someone is going to get a nasty reply!
Thank you. I'm feeling much better now.