In which my mood still needs improvement

This is a serious question: is there any other organization or genre of organizations out there other than package delivery where you can pay for a certain service, not receive the service you paid for, and then just … nothing happens, and if you complain about it the explicit response from the company is to try and make you feel like a bad person?

Yes, of course I’m waiting on a FedEx package, again, and according to the tracking it’s been in my city since early this morning, just sitting around somewhere unable to be picked up by me, and it shipped two-day air on Wednesday and right now I’d lay a small amount of money that I don’t see it until Tuesday. Which will mean I paid extra to have something in two days, it will not be here until the sixth day, and my recourse will be … nothing. Sorry, we were busy. Unexpected delays. You impatient piece of garbage, you.

Today has not helped with my misanthropy problem. I have continued to be a snarly mess all day, and my disposition has not been improved by the repeated reminders that there is a store in Nashville, a store that I dearly hope has been burned to the ground by now, selling yellow fabric stars with the words “Not Vaccinated” on them. I don’t care anymore; I want these people to die, I want them to die of Covid, and I want them to be alone and in endless, unspeakable pain when it happens. Hint, maggots: if you have to buy the fucking yellow star to put it on yourself, it’s not oppression, it’s fucking capitalism.

I haven’t had the words for how much I hate these people for a while, and they keep getting worse every single day. I’m tired of everything I do and hear being dominated by the worst people in the Goddamned world.

Fuck.

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Luther M. Siler

The author of SKYLIGHTS, THE BENEVOLENCE ARCHIVES and several other books.

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