how does this happen? i am so fucking upset right now, i just want to cry. in fact, i'm quite sure tears and sobbing lie right around the corner. i have mourned this dog, so intensely, its felt so lonely. i looked so forward to finally bringing the painting home, after almost an entire year of waiting to be able to 'afford' paying it off so i could have it send to me, finally. and i find out i should have this painting by now.
and i don't. i have checked to mailbox daily. nothing. what is with this fucking shitty world, when people just can't do what they're charged to do ... what they assume responsibility for doing? why do the postal companies have a monopoly on the mail, since they clearly do not possess the competence to deliver on their service guarantees?
This means challenging my self to compassionate, encouraging, genuine and hostile-free exchanges. It also means contemplating my reaction to the thoughts, feelings and expressions of others, prior to acting upon them. 
