I have shared here on previous occasions the growing pricking of my conscience to end my relationship with Amazon.
They don’t make it easy, but this evening I sent the email to close my account. (By the way, even closing your account is considered an Amazon order).
You can read my initial reasons for leaving Amazon in my letter to Jeff Bezos.
And the rather excruciating process of extricating myself from all things Amazon. (I did finally get my thousands(!) of photos transferred).
You see, there always seemed to be something else to buy.
Then we got a bigger, smarter TV (from Amazon of course), renovated our den, and discovered anew the Amazon Prime channel, in particular Dowton Abbey.
This week, we finally finished Season 3 and while it’s a great show and there are several seasons left, I figured I needed to take the final step in making my way out of the Amazon jungle.
(You see, that’s how they keep you).
There is always another show. A new product. Some other trinket to entice me. Another distraction.
Anything to keep me sitting in front of the flickering screen of my magic box and keep clicking the button.
While my house fills up with more things and I have less space for people. While I get poorer making the rich richer. While workers work in deplorable conditions working for me.
While I become more connected virtually and less connected to reality.
And quite frankly, I am a better person when I have to get off my ass and go somewhere to interact with a live, flesh and blood human being (if and when I honestly and truly need something).
I am sure there will be other painful moments in the days to come as I make my way out from beneath this clinging consumer canopy.
Losing little old me probably won’t matter much to Amazon’s bottom line.
But hopefully, I won’t be losing my soul.