In praise of spam

We all hate spam. It clogs up our inboxes and wastes our time, but today as I was deleting it, I started thinking about the plus side. Okay, actually I made up a plus side.  Writers are allowed to make up things. Let’s look at spam symbollically. If spam was a friend, it would never leave you.

Spam is there for you, day and night.

No matter how many times you yell at it, spam never gives up on you.

Spam is constant. Spam is devoted.

Spam tells you that you’re a winnner. Frequently. Even if you never entered the lottery.

How many friends can you say that about?

Okay, actually now that I think about it, Spam is actually more like a stalker friend.

And yes, these are the sorts of things one thinks about after long rounds of revisisons.