Dear Craigslist,
You used to be awesome. I first learned about you in 2000 when I was young and only a few years out of college. You would surface in internet searches and people were talking about you. You were kind of like a cool new friend that everyone wanted to know. So when I needed to sell some furniture I sought out your services. One post was all it took to get me hooked on you. You found someone for me, they came to my apartment, gave me cash and took my furniture with them. So simple and so easy. I started telling my friends about you. I loved you so much I wanted to share you.
But I went too far. Your downfall can be traced back to 2004 when 3 things happened. I brought you home to meet my parents, I brought you into my workplace and told the HR person to use you to find employees and you sold your soul. It seemed like everyone was using you. You were spread too thin. You didn't have time for me anymore and I was starting to not like your friends. So I left you.
Recently, against my better judgment, I went back to you. You knew I couldn’t stay away so you played hard to get – passwords, logins, captchas that I can never read. I just wanted to sell just a few things. I wanted it to be like old times, feeling like it was the two of us again, when life was simpler and finding someone to buy my ‘stuff’ was so easy.
But you didn't find anybody for me. Instead you sent your creepy friends to spam my inbox with crazy and bizarre scams. And what’s up with your loser friends who email me claiming they want to buy my stuff and then disappear? I post my items, get an interested response within 10 minutes and then not a word for 3 days. I move on to the next buyer and then they resurface and want to schedule a time to come pick up the stuff. Maybe they are confused and don’t realize that email is instant? Because of you and your crap friends I have since adopted a 24 hour wait rule. You're Craigslist, you're free, and I need to lower my expectations.
So Craigslist, after this recent debacle, we are finally over. Finished. I can't take your drama anymore. I don't like the people you hang out with. You have gone to the masses - or rather, you have gone to the asses.