Every day, no matter how long or short, how fun or mundane, how jam-packed or leisurely my day has been, there is always one moment when everything going on disappears and the quality of my day seems to hang in the balance. Holding that little key in my hand, standing in front of that little box, wondering if I have mail. I try to peak through the ventilation holes, hoping to spot some sort of paper. I start to feel the excitement in my stomach. I dare not breathe. What sort of day will it be today? Will it be the highest of highs? Fun mail! Mail addressed to me! From people who love me! Or people I gave money to and so are delivering my merchandise! Mail like that can make your entire week! Even when it's a handwritten note from your sister written on scrap paper from her printer at school because she was too lazy to go buy a card. Alas, that sort of mail is extremely rare. So, often, you must take solace in your bills. Yes, they just want to talk to you cuz you owe them money, but hey, at least they know you're on the planet. And want to talk to you. Kinda. They're at least more personal than random junk mail. Popped in every box like cheap hooker. For food you'll never eat, or stores you'll never visit. And you start to wonder if anyone worthwhile wants to talk to you. Then, one day, you open the box, and there's nothing. :( And you long for a Domino's ad because Domino's at least recognizes your existence. And you almost start appreciating the junk mail. So much so that you make origami animals out of it. Because nothing is more depressing than no mail.
I just wish life contained more fun mail.
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Ahhh yes, you lived at home when you went to college...otherwise you would have experienced the wonderous mail check feeling earlier in your life, lol.
The best part of getting mail in the dorm was finding a small coloured slip of paper with your other mail. Because that meant you had a package (a package!) to claim at the front desk.
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