
How events in your life lead to (messenger) inbox zero.
As my friends eavesdrop unto my messenger application, all they saw were a few chatboxes. Curiously they asked me if I was okay. I said I was A M A Z I N G.
Yes, we’ve all heard of this phenomenon called “Inbox Zero”. Lots of articles has been written about it. Lots of videos, and podcasts have records of it’s merit, and it’s effect on a people’s productivity and focus.
But how does one usually get there?
One, it’s through deliberate action.
Two, is through deliberate action.
Let’s face the facts. Getting to inbox zero is usually done via a conscious choice of having enough of the regular spams. Or any unwanted emails.
A person who’s overwhelmed with regular email blasts might use a service provider such as Unroll.me to keep their inbox clean.
After achieving inbox zero, they’ll no longer have this feeling that some thing needs to be given focus on in the backlog of their brains. (There’s a study somewhere that having something on the backlog of your brain. A problem perhaps, helps your brain come up with ways to solve the problem. However, that is not the topic of this article.)
However, for applications like messenger?
Naw, there hasn’t been one made yet (Atleast, none that I know of).
Atleast, not of the automated kind.
Now, how I get to inbox zero on messenger is a pretty curious case of the heart breaks.
It was a break up that pushed me deeper into the Minimalist conversational approach. (Atleast that’s what I call my social media isolation mode). Probably, it was also fueled by a bit of anger, hate, sadness, a little bit of loneliness, and self-pity. But hey, aren’t we all just grimy little creatures if we look deep down?
On this approach I got into the act of Archiving almost all of the messages that I have accummulated on my n years of using facebook. I think It might’ve been atleast 1k messages.
It was exhausting.
It took me an hour of the deliberate act of archiving messages.
An hour of rewinding awkward conversations that didn’t really push through.
An hour of agonizing over failed attempts at making connection with people.
An hour of reminiscing memories of people that may or may not have made an impact on my life.
It was an experience down memory lane.
I got to see people whom I haven’t heard of from quite some time.
People whose accounts were deleted.
People who blocked me. (They’ll come out as facebook user, and you won’t get to reply on their account).
People whom I really liked.
People who (probably) liked me.
People whom I disliked.
People who were no longer with us.
And the occassional Somebody that we used to know.
But, after passing through all those messages.
You’re left with an inbox that’s spick-and-span.
And yes, only a few people do get to this point.
But once you reach it. The heaven’s divide.
You now only get to read messages from people you usually talk to. From people you want to hear from, and you won’t be burdened by overwhelm my messages from people with whom you really don’t fancy.
Over-all (messenger) inbox zero has changed my life. Sometimes it does get lonely that whenever you look at your messenger app, you get to see an empty log.
I guess, that’s all the more reason to keep you reaching out to people when you want to talk with them.
But right now, I’m enjoying having my messenger clutter free.
Seeing messages from people who do put a spark on me.
And talking with people with whom I really do love making conversations with.
