I’m not a fan of mail.
I don’t even like getting it all that much. Oh – I like packages and photo mail… greeting cards are good. But the rest of it? Eh.
I really really have a problem with sending out mail.
For instance, right now I have to mail out a package to my secret swap sister, two layouts for photo swaps, and pictures to someone else so they can scrap them for me. Have I mailed them? No.
I don’t understand why I feel such resistance towards the post office. I can’t remember any specific incident that made me feel this way. It’s not like I’m harboring some traumatic event that happened to me while licking a stamp or something.
What if something happened to me, postal related, and it’s somewhere in my subconscious, and I don’t even know what it is… but it keeps me from going to the post office or appreciating the things I get in the mail?
That could happen, right?
I just need to do it. I need to bring all the stuff with me to work and then go to the post office.
Could it be a time issue? We’re all busy. (‘busy, busy terribly busy… much much to busy for you…’ – veggie tales) Maybe I just don’t feel like going to the post office. Maybe I’m too busy.
I’m a busy working Mom… I’m not some ‘beck-and-call girl.’ (another Pretty Woman reference… I’m on a roll! ba-da-bing!) I don’t have time to be gallivanting all over town from post office to post office.
Maybe it’s the uniforms. I mean, even Project Runway couldn’t make those things look sexy. Maybe I have some sort of aversion to the polyester blue/gray fabric and starched collars. Bleh.
Why can’t I just get my shit together and get to the post office? I mean… really – what the hell is wrong with me? It’s just the post office – for crying out loud!
Even now… at 11pm… I’m thinking I could probably gather all the stuff together and do it tomorrow on the way to work… oh wait.. I don’t have everything together that I need to do to send the stuff out. Crap. I need to get some supplies together, find the addresses, make sure I have everything… and tomorrow, I have an 8am breakfast meeting at a theme park. (wheee!) I won’t have time to get to the post office!
(oh yes – some days start off realllly good – I’m going to have breakfast and then ride a roller coaster. Well – hopefully a long time after I eat breakfast… wouldn’t want to puke on my boss)
See. No trip to the post office for me.