When [name removed at request] said he’d send me his contact list, I thought he meant he’d give me a list of emails of people I needed to work with. You could probably imagine my surprise when I got a CSV file weighing 19 Kilobytes. Yes, that’s right, folks.As I found out once I imported the thing into GMail, he has just sent me his whole, unsorted, unmitigated list of contacts.

Amongst my newly ackquired contacts were many addresses that were (and will probably remain), completely nonsensical to me, such as is that of “zzzzzzzz” (might not be the correct number of z’s). Some were actually useful, such as those of numerous site team members.

And then, there was that one address. The address I have yearned for so much, just to get it now, after I could never use it. Isn’t it ironic how life plays tricks on us? I am fortune’s fool.

Isn’t it suddenly strange, to have this option at your fingertips? I should never use it, and yet I can’t bring myself to delete it. In some ways, it reminds me of the ring from Tolkein’s famous trilogy. One cannot dispose of it unless it wills so.

Horrible disaster might be one click away. Can I refrain? Probably. Is it sure? Never.