Dave with some absolute bait:
If you have tried to email me, you know this too and you either never got a reply or received one 9-months later starting with the phrase, “Sorry.”
I am truly sorry… but also I’m not. It’s a function of who I am.
I want people to be good at email, including Dave, but that’s not quite it. I want people to be productive. And Dave is saying: I can’t have email be a big part of my life because it’s a mental suck, and it makes me less productive. A catch-22, if you will.
For someone with an attention regulation disorder, intermittent distractions like email (or chats) can be devastating to staying focused on the work I actually need to finish.
Part of me is like: fine. Screw it then. If work isn’t suffering, personal life isn’t suffering, etc from ignoring email, then ignore email. Be yourself and rock on in your own way. It feels close to that, but Dave admits:
I know of at least two conferences that I’ve missed out on speaking at because I’m so bad at email
To me, that would be devastating. I wanna be going to more conferences, and missing one just because of an email would be a big bummer. But I get the sense that while Dave isn’t like happy about missing it, he’s not too broken up about it. He purposely doesn’t broadcast his email because he knows it’s not a priority for him and worries he’ll disappoint you.
Part of the problem, Dave says, is the deluge of garbage emails. The forever problem. Gone are the dick pills and Nigerian princes, replaced by Chad, CEO using his nifty AI bot to make fake-personalized emails to tell you about his incredible new vibe-coded app he made last weekend. Not to mention the drip campaigns from your novelty socks purchase.
It’s those later emails that I believe are a war you can win—just because of personal experience. I broadcast my email wherever. Welcome emails. Buy stuff online. Sign up to things willy-nilly. AND I have a squeaky-clean inbox. But: certainly it does take up some of my day, potentially more than most. And I generally don’t feel like any incoming email can entirely torpedo a part of my day, which is just because everybody’s brains work differently. Mine somehow enjoys incoming information, even when it’s not good news.


