Boy, am I sick and tired of e-mails. Or just e-mail.

I’m sick and tired of hearing about them, reading about them, reading them, writing them, sending and receiving (or not receiving) them. I can’t even bring myself to delete them. My antipathy toward e-mail — in senses both granular and grand — burns with the white-hot intensity of a thousand Bernies. Had I my metaphysical druthers, I would simply click on “e-mail,’’ the very notion, and drag it to the trash.

You probably feel the same way. We’ve been hearing about the decline and fall of e-mail for quite a while now. And this face-clawing campaign season of leaked, faked, hacked, or utterly vaporized e-mails seems like a prolonged indictment of the form itself. This week, the Times “pour[ed] one out’’ for e-mail, dubbing it “this year’s big loser.’’

Just look at the word itself: two archaisms stuck together with a clunky hyphen like an obsolete adapter. “E’’? Really? Mail? Come on.

I’m not made of stone. In the late-’90s, when a Compaq Presario colonized most of my desk, the birdsong of an e-mail alighting atop my AOL account was enough to send me sprinting “Little House’’ style to my mailbox, the little exclamation point that appeared by the envelope icon a perfect emblem of my thrill at receiving mail – electronically!

But at some point over the 20-year build-up of expired coupons and promo codes, disingenous/robotic Nigerian princes with pressing bank transfers, incredible business opportunities, nefarious virus packets, racist forwards from unknown cousins, unreadable embedded files, bottomless reply-all wormholes, poorly designed newsletters, overdue book notices intended for some other Brodeur in California, automated replies and receipts, loveless marriage proposals from distant dissidents, and, oh yes, the occasional hapless human attempting to communicate with me, I lost my attachment.

E-mail is cumbersome, ugly, cluttery, and hard to manage – even Google’s AI-assisted Inbox app seems more concerned with effectively picking through the haystack than with getting all of this filthy hay out of my house. E-mail eats away at our time (about 23 percent of our workday, according to one study) and our productivity (it takes 64 seconds to recover one’s train of thought after one e-mail, according to another), and has other deleterious psychological effects. Meanwhile, it smudges intention, emotion, humor, and sarcasm into a hazardous blur (just try conducting the chorus of ironies and insincerities that chime in throughout those Hillary Clinton e-mails). It’s a means of non-communication that promotes passive-agressive nastiness (see: any e-mail that just reads “K’’) and increased stress.

But while e-mail’s ongoing struggle against its obvious defects is very real (Scientific American reports the total volume of e-mail has decreased nearly 10 percent since 2010) its decline is a model of asymptotic stubborness. It. Just. Won’t. Die.

Some claim that it can’t be killed. A TechCrunch defense of e-mail cited a report that forecast a 10 percent rise in the number of e-mail users worldwide to over 2.9 billion; but with the boom in faster, cleaner, intra-office productivity platforms like Slack, filesharing services like Dropbox and (just plain) Box, and the proliferation of messaging apps from Allo and Duo, to WhatsApp and Messenger, to Line and beyond – do we really see our future selves sending more e-mails? A Harvard Business Review report shows that only 8 percent of our e-mail is checked via mobile devices, while nearly 80 percent being sifted through on PCs at home or the office. Is the desk also gearing up for a comeback?

We now have texting and social media to stay in touch with our circles of friends. We’ve got Skype and FaceTime to enjoy virtual Q.T. with the family. We’ve got our Facebook pages, Twitter feeds, and Medium accounts for general announcements and public proclamations. And increasingly, we have bots at the ready to handle any and all of our customer service needs within messaging apps. We’ve also got the phone. E-mail is not just the great grey mare of online communication, it’s the great grey area – a virtual banker’s box stuffed with dusty faxes, forms, and memos.

Understandably, Clinton’s staff has certainly kicked the habit, shifting its communications to the “Snowden approved’’ end-to-end encryption software Signal (which protects phone calls as well as texts from interception). There are also other full-service options like Wickr, which can send fully encrypted text, video, audio, or any other files — as well as vanish them with an expiry date of your choosing.

Right now, my inbox is giving my 8,532 reasons to light a match, toss it behind me, and just walk away. But you really only need one: It’s the worst.

Meanwhile, you’re a good person. You don’t need to do this to yourself anymore. Try it for a week (in your personal life, where it won’t get you fired): Don’t send ’em, don’t check ’em, and don’t sweat ’em. See what happens. See how you feel. Prediction: It’s going to feel great.

And let me know how it goes. My e-mail is below. Do not use it.

Michael Andor Brodeur can be reached at mbrodeur@globe .com. Follow him on Twitter: @MBrodeur.