A different kind of Internet bullying

February 18, 2008

by Jennifer Gallus

I don’t think I’m in the minority when I say that chain e-mails drive me nuts. The whole concept of being ordered to send X number of friends an e-mail you, yourself, didn’t compose, or you will suffer the consequences, irks me.

Those consequences differ based on the type of e-mail – be it religious, informative, or just plain friendly.

Religious e-mails say that if you don’t forward the blessed e-mail to X number of people, then you’re ashamed of God. This really repulses me!

I understand that we all need to hear God’s Word more often, but don’t tell me that I’m ashamed of God just because I don’t hit a forward button on a computer!

Now, prayer chain e-mails are different. Those are legitimate people who are suffering and need prayers. I am not opposed to those.

Other e-mails say that if you don’t forward the piece, you may suffer bad luck. Please, let’s think reasonably. There’s no way that you’ll be singled out and have some kind of freakish bad luck rain down on you because you didn’t forward the thing.

Or how about when the e-mail even dictates how quickly you must forward to your friends? It’ll say if you do the dastardly deed in the next five minutes, something wonderful will happen to you.

Guess what? I used to be suckered into that and after I followed those directions, I didn’t suddenly grow a horseshoe in my rear!

I would never blame the person who sent the e-mail to me, a lot of them are enjoyable to read until you get to the stipulations at the end. It’s just irritating to be reading a pleasant e-mail and then suddenly ordered to ensure its perpetuation.

So, in short, don’t fall for the e-mail chain letter threats and don’t feel guilty for not following instructions. Say your prayers, think positively, and you’ll be just fine.


On Valentine’s Day morning, I asked my 8-year-old if he had someone special in mind to ask to be his valentine. He smiled and said yes.

So then, I gave him a hard time and asked if he had his move planned out, to which he replied with agitation, “Mom, I don’t have a move. Geez.”