It’s no secret that I have been in a foul mood this week. You can see it in my posts. And you can probably identify the source.
Let’s just say this feels like the longest week ever, as I am sure it does for a lot of you as well.
So, I was feeling like my now-normal crappy self last night, when I pulled up to our house, and saw two packages at the door. Then I went to the mailbox, and we had a package there too! Getting packages is so much fun – especially when three come on the same day!
Two were Christmas gifts from Gina and Courtney, and the other was a Steven’s birthday/random gift from my parents.
It’s cheesy (and materialistic?) but receiving those packages just made me feel good, like “wow, people must like me if they care enough to send a package.” Even though it is pretty obvious when people like you, and whether or not they are your friend, a package just makes you feel special! And it totally pulled me out of my slump, so Steven didn’t have to deal with my cranky ass when he got home (although he did have to listen to me pester him to open the birthday package 3 days early).
So, thank you. It sounds like there is still hope for me to capture the “Christmas spirit” yet!
Remember that movie House of Sand and Fog? In the beginning of the movie, Jennifer Connelly’s character is surprised and outraged to learn she is being evicted from her home. She didn’t know she was being mistakenly charged for unpaid taxes – and therefore evicted – because she never opened her mail.
I’ve only seen the movie once (this is not the type of movie you watch more than twice, unless you want to feel very, very depressed) but that scene with the unopened mail has always stuck in my head!
I dread opening my mail, especially now that I have started paying back my student loans. The student loan companies send you mail almost everyday of the week. One letter tells you how much interest you have collected. The next letter tells you they are capitalizing the interest. The next letter offers you consolidation. The letter after that tells you what your bill will be – but it’s not a bill. And the final letter is the bill – but by that time you are so confused with it all you don’t know what you’re reading anymore.
All of that on top of my normal credit card bill, 4 or 5 credit card offers a week, tons and TONS of catalogs – ahh! I have never seen so much wasted paper in my life! Nor have I felt so confused!
So, I dread opening my mail. My heart rate speeds up and I start to feel all flustered. I have to open it all at once – or none at all. I have to be prepared for it.
Sometimes I am the same way with email – at home and at work. I see an email from a certain person and I think, “Oh no. What do they want? Do I even want to open this?!”
I am lucky Steven takes care of our joint bills and handles our bank account!
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