Right now, I have a ton of anxiety about having just thrown away money on Amazon. I ordered my make-at-home pain & skin cream ingredients to where I work, and like always the universe has to screw me. Since when does the post office deliver on holidays and Sundays?? So, yeah, I just got a notice that everything I ordered was left at the “front desk/reception” when there really is no front desk. There is a janitor on standby to greet people but that’s it. The bank there closed at 1pm so I don’t know if the building would even be open. So I just fucking lost it all! This is the universe telling me that everyone always comes before me and self care is forbidden! 🙁
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I know it seems that way to you: personal. It would seem that way to me too, if it had happened to me. But it isn’t. Unless there’s some major thing I don’t understand about the Universe.
Maybe there’s a lesson in it for you, maybe there isn’t. Then you just have to move on.
I’m not supposed to take care of the pain that I’m in, is what I get from it. I could’ve spent over $50 for a single massage, or I could buy shit to take care of myself for a bit longer. But fuck that, no, I’m not meant to have anything OR feel any relief.
I interpret it rather differently. Namely that if possible, you should order delivery to somewhere else, e.g. your home address. And that sometimes busy delivery people cut corners…
I don’t have anywhere else to order it to. I don’t have my own home, and that address isn’t on my ID, so a post office would not remit anything to me without my ID matching the delivery address. I’m basically homeless, just currently renting week to week.