Why G*d gave us the DELETE key.

and why I'm glad that She did

I’m grateful for the many gifts of the G*d I don’t believe in.

And I am grateful today for the DELETE key.

Why?

Because I have started to write like I’m running out of time (which I am not.)

And I might be putting more shit in your inbox, in your feeds, in your chat app than you want to read.

And I don’t want to discomfort you.

So whenever it’s too much or too many words, you can use your G*d-given DELETE key.

You don’t have to read what I write.

It’s not your job.

Its my job and I’m going to do my job like I’ve never done it before.

Its your job to:

• Read what I write; or

• Delete it; or

• Unsubscribe; or

• Mute me; or]

• Tell me to fuck off. (which I will not do.)

Do I give a shit what you do?

Sort of.

I love you, so I write for you. I hope what I write makes a difference in your life.

But in the end, it doesn’t matter. My job is to write.

Your job is subscribe or follow or whatever, or to, unfollow, DELETE, block, or attempt to cast me into the outer darkness

I’ve done my job.

You do yours.