When
my son was still very young, imagining convivial meetings where persons of similar
interests would gather to listen to and discuss their favorite music, he signed
up for a certain “record club,” which shall not herein be further identified.
What a rude disappointment when he discovered that the only activities of the
club were to be his receiving and paying for the monthly selection! “The club
isn’t nearly as much fun as I thought it would be,” he observed sadly.
Years
later my husband reached the age when he was eligible to join a very large,
well-known and powerful association promising many discounts to its members.
The unwelcome consequence was a flood of junk mail stuffing the post office box
day after day.
Not
long ago someone suggested that I join a certain online organization because I
would find the discussions interesting. Well, unhappily for me, this group does not
conduct conversation on a website but via e-mail, and the majority of these
e-mails seem to be conducted in “reply all” mode, with all previous
correspondence on the subject still attached. Help! I’m drowning! I need to
unsubscribe asap—if only I can figure out how!
There
are times when un-joining a club is much more exciting than joining. The thing
is, relinquishing membership usually takes a lot longer. Sigh!