You said: Every day I receive hundreds of messages, half of which are spam messages, messages that don't need to be replied to. There is no shortage of messages asking me to get to know you. A few days ago, a man in his 70s met me once and kept asking me how I was, sent me sensitive messages at night and asked to be friends for life. At first, I was polite and replied politely, but then I felt it was too much trouble so I sent him a direct message: Uncle, go have fun with your children and grandchildren, why are you "old and still playing around"?
The worst are the poets, who torture them with love poems, all of which are bad, and ask for comments. Usually I just give them a few compliments, like love poems, but I feel like sending them is too much, so I have to tell them to stop "mass producing" poems like that, and they get mad and say something extremely rude, and I have to block them immediately. Recently, as a last resort, I had to write a Facebook post to remind many "bad" old men to stop flirting.
He laughed and said that you are lucky, but he is not lucky enough to receive so many love messages. They are all about job brokerage, fraud warnings and online sales of goods. One time, when I was free, I replied to a message about real estate brokerage as a joke and was followed day after day. Not to mention, there are so many groups on Zalo these days, sometimes the messages are chaotic and I have to turn off notifications to avoid confusing one group with another. There was a woman who, not knowing what was going on in the clouds, accidentally sent a sensitive photo and had to quickly take it back. The most tragicomic moment was when I went to the airport on a business trip and because I turned off notifications, I didn't let the message about the flight reschedule slip by, so I missed it.
You also laugh: Nowadays, it's really hard to live a balanced life. Reading all the messages sent to you makes your head spin, and if you let them drift, you sometimes miss important messages.
Just then, your phone rings again. You glance at it, intending to let it go, but then you pick it up and exclaim: Oh no, today is my “sweet” friend’s birthday and I forgot. I’m going to leave!
