Posted 10/14/2016 7:23 PM (GMT 0)
I am a vegetable.
I've lived in the same place for over 30 years. While I have an odd address, I learned LONG ago how to write it so food/package delivery, postal workers, etc. could find me.
This week has been utter H E L L! Trying to receive a package, but the service says my address doesn't exist. Told them it again and again, offering multiple options of how to read/write it; they can't get it right. They lie about it being on the truck for delivery. More emails, computer chats, and phone calls than I care to think about.
Last night I gave up. Waving the white flag of surrender. Decided not to care (or to try not to care). Whatever it takes. Drugs, alcohol, ice cream, whatever. Make me a non-caring vegetable, since that's how I'm being treated. I am the egg-man. I am a mushroom, keep me in the dark and feed me s h i t.
My package is probably riding around all over this city of 4 million plus, and it can do so forever!
Stress, of course, triggers everything else! Ha! My back is SO SORE today from being so tight yesterday. Trying to keep my mind quiet. Don't need that anger to turn inward into depression. Sigh.