Day 22165

Everyone hates a whiner. Well, at least I do.

I distinguish whining from the more esoteric venting. We all need to vent to get our anger out of us. Whining, though, is just unseemly.

That said, I’d like to point out that I’m getting ready to whine. I find it unbecoming in myself, but I feel I have no control over the matter. Are you ready?

I hate advertising. It’s a visceral hatred; perhaps left over from that time nearly eight years ago when I was laid off from my newspaper job because no one was buying advertising in the newspaper anymore.

It used to be that advertisements were pretty much relegated to newspapers and magazines, television and billboard. Now it is everywhere. I can’t even play a quick game of Risk on my phone without interruptions from someone wanting me to buy something. I can’t search for a new shirt online without the sites I look at sharing that I was there and looking for shirts.

My sons have a different outlook to these intrusions than I do. They see ads as a simple fact of life, whereas I see them as an intrusion into my privacy.

What’s worse is my new mortgage company, which bought my mortgage from Wells Fargo earlier this year, sends me constant emails and phone calls letting me know about all the services they provide. They can get away with this despite my pleas to be left alone because the law allows companies to pitch services if you have done business with them. Freedom Mortgage is really wanting me to refinance my home even though they are well aware they cannot offer me an interest rates lower than what I already have.

Okay, my whining is over for now, unless you want to hear about the construction workers tearing apart our office for a remodel. At least they aren’t trying to sell me anything.