I try to take a weekly digital Sabbath, batch my emails so I deal with them a few times a day rather than constantly, and increasingly give myself permission to ignore unsolicited communiques. I try, too, to give others more slack. The respond-now culture is a two-way street. I'm trying to be more mindful of that.
I like texting as much as the next kidult - and embrace it as yet more evidence, along with email, that we live now in the post-aural age, when an unsolicited phone call is, thankfully, becoming more and more understood to be an unspeakable social solecism, tantamount to an impertinent invasion of privacy.
I never give advice unless someone asks me for it. One thing I've learned, and possibly the only advice I have to give, is to not be that person giving out unsolicited advice based on your own personal experience.
There is a time to provide advice and offer an opinion, and there is a time not to. Don't be too quick to offer unsolicited advice. It certainly will not endear you to people.
Making small talk about what someone is wearing is just another form of unsolicited feedback.
You know, it's really strange now with the Internet, with everyone having an unsolicited, anonymous opinion.
To offer a man unsolicited advice is to presume that he doesn't know what to do or that he can't do it on his own.
I will say this: one of the things that is a pain when you're expecting children is how much advice unsolicited people give you when you're not asking for it.
More and more, unsolicited gifts from without are likely to be received with unconscious resentment.
Agents are essential, because publishers will not read unsolicited manuscripts.