And like that…she’s gone.
Before my current browser-based email system, I used Yahoo!. Part of my motivation for changing (aside from fitting in, of course) was my daily increasing hatred of the woman on the Yahoo! mail page.
I didn’t know she was. But she reminded me of three or four women I knew, and I hated them all.
So you can imagine the frustration I felt when I had to spy her gawking face every time I wanted to make sure that no one had emailed me since the last time I verified that no one had emailed me.
She stayed on but I left, and only visit occasionally. I still have my old account, to retrieve the emails from friends that I used to be close with, but would rather not email just to inform them that I have a new address. ‘Cause then it’s all, “Oh, well you obviously had my address, you couldn’t wish me a happy birthday? Why don’t we talk any more? yada yada…” And I can’t bring myself to shut down the account because it’s also my Yahoo! name and next year might be the year I come out of retirement to play Fantasy Baseball again (I left the game not because it was a sad filtering of the subtle, nuanced experience that is a baseball season but rather because the rules kept changing over the years making it harder for me to win. There.)
Before I started typing this I went to check the old Yahoo! account and that hated lady with the cold lips and pointy head was missing.
This is the first day of my life.
