Yes I do. I hate Christmas and mailmen. Genuinely.
Was a time when upon Christmas the mailman would bring in nice stuff, greetings and joy, whatever purchased from interweb.
Bad news indeed, those times are long gone. Now the poor guy carries overdue bills, nasty registered letters, medical analysis, insurance estimates, tax adjustments.
And a ton of pretty smiling catalogs of all thigs wonderful we can do at Christmas.
A major discrepancy between our reality and their point of view.
The pile of "Incoming" on my desk has a lethal impact over my sleep. Or is it the coffee I need to pour in a desperate quest for energy to answer them all ?
Hell, you folks busy preparing your appearance to charity X-Mas suppers, expecting to donate hundreds of thousands to save (how?) some putatively menaced by extinction amoeba like critter, could you just look across the street?
See, that dimly lit at this ungodly hour window, that's my office. Where I try to make ends meet and cope with your creativity in increasing our cost of life.
Yep, in a couple of hours you'll be driven to your office and will have the whole day to figure new taxes and expenses for us. Those across the street I mean,
Have you ever heard of a thing called maths ? Where substracting a bigger than available quantity leads to negative numbers ?
I have news for you all bunch of rulers. For me it'll soon be over. The more stress I live thru, the faster.
I have my one way ticket, courtesy of my Beloved Fairy, to a place mailmen won't reach.
It's already all set. My spouse will sell the house, liquidate what can be monetized and move to a small ungodly slum to rise our kid.
See the difference, why you love Christmas and I hate it. The mailman ruined it all.
However I have news. Which you better read even if announced by a despicable by all your standards Sissy.
You won't be able to take any luggage, not even your credit cards when they'll close the oven door over your body.
Your soul or whatever you call it will have quite some rough time and you won't be here for redemption aftermaths. Can't reverse time buddy.
In other words, don't blame me if you reincarnate in a toilet brush.
Yep, I know it's overly simplistic but since you could not figure kindness and compassion, then never mind if I downscale the situation to an appropriate to you level of complexity.
Pet your millions, enjoy your power and political honors. This will be the last time you see them.
Am I sad or embittered ? Surprisingly not.
My entire life is driven by a Sissy Fairy, the most stupendous entity of them all. She taught me that much, so much and even more.
In your world this would translate to a "wise long term investment".
Try to do something good. Adopt a stray pet before it ends in the gas chamber. Give a kid a toy parents can't afford. Buy some sandwich to that hungry fellow.
Look across the street, the opportunities to practice compassion are more numerous than you taught.
Make Christmas a less hated day, ease the burden of mailmen.
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