I don’t think I am ever more filled with bitterness and jealousy than when I see other people receive packages.
I know it’s not for me, I know I didn’t order anything. There is no reason I should expect the package to be for me but I always do. Then I read the name and it’s not my own and sink to the bottom of the coldest ocean to devise a scheme where I order something online so when the next package comes I have a reason to suspect its for me.
