Of the various email addresses that I use for different purposes, only my gmail account both is used regularly and has a built-in spam folder. Which I review maybe once a month, out of curiosity. An idle check today yielded a surprising conclusion.
Between your run-of-the-mill offers of fake watches and college degrees, invitations to certain-industry websites and remedies for my supposed sexual inadequacy, security warnings for my accounts with banks that I’ve never done business with and heart-rending cries for help from people who want me to have their Nigerian money, it seems that the most active spammer who targets me lately is… me!
I offer myself multiple “Mystery Shopper” positions with wildly differing remuneration.
I am giving myself huge discounts, pretending to be a different doctor every time.
I am looking to meet myself.
I am threatening myself with unspecified “problems” if I fail to communicate back to myself.
I even ask myself in Italian whether I know how much money I lose daily due to my unrealized potential.
That one clinches it for me. Who else but me myself would know that an England-based Russian-American of Jewish ancestry would be able to speak and read Italian? If that inside knowledge is not a proof that I’m sending these messages myself, I don’t know what is.
I need to get on with taking advantage of these offers. If I myself send them to myself, they must be truly incredible.