If you pack up several of your best recent drawings, address the envelope to a loved one, weigh it, put proper postage on it and walk two blocks,  haltingly with a cane, to mail it to the very house you walked from, have no feeling if it does not arrive twelve days later, or even if it never arrives.   You must not expect things like a government agency holding up its end of the contract it makes when it sells you postage stamps.  It is best always to have no expectation of anything so as not to be disappointed when the world appears to be an unredeemed series of utter shit shows.

Whatever you do, do not try to see your petty problem in any larger context.  There is only doom down the road that starts “I’ve mailed literally hundreds of letters in recent years, including to myself, and none ever took more than three or four days to arrive, what is different now?”  Where does this thought lead you?  To wonder why Biden has not yet removed the Trump megadonor UPS stock owning Postmaster who was appointed by Trump to destroy mail service in order to slow down receipt of mail-in ballots is a thought experiment you should not start.  It is a complicated issue, of course, since any one Nazi senator can block virtually any presidential appointment and Biden needs to appoint two members to the Postal board of governors before the manifestly corrupt Looey DeJoy can be removed from office and sent on his smirking, self-satisfied way.

Have no feelings about the idiotic sham of a solemn, long delayed Supreme Court proceeding to hear arguments establishing whether it is legally permissible for a sitting president, after losing an election, to lie to, whip up and unleash a violent armed mob to storm the Capitol and stop the certification of his electoral defeat. 

We hear a hypothetical about whether the sitting president may legally, and unaccountably, order the murder of the duly elected man who is about to replace him as president, and his running mate, and anyone next in line for the presidency, in order to stay in power after his legal term ends.

There is a universe, offers Trump’s attorney, in an excellent impression of the insane Robert Kennedy Jr., where this would be an official presidential act entitled to absolute immunity from prosecution.   Lets say, for example, that the president truly and honestly believes these people are evil vampires who drink the blood of innocent white Christian children.   After all, the brilliant, respected Alan Dershowitz made the arguably demented argument at one of Trump’s impeachment trials that if the president truly, honestly believes something that nothing he does in connection with that truly held belief can ever be against the law.  After all, führerworte haben gesetzeskraft, as German legal experts used to say during the Thousand Year Reich.

If you can’t walk more than a block without pain, a year after your knee replacement surgery, and the surgeon has no idea how to fix it, that doesn’t give you the right to feel sorry for yourself. Self-pity never helped anyone.

If your primary Care doctor is hard to reach, unresponsive, inconsistent, arbitrary, find a new doctor.  If the new doctor immediately proves hard to reach, unresponsive, etc., do not jump to any conclusions you might come to regret.

And so on, down the fucking endless list of reasons to ever feel sadness, anger, disgust, anything negative.  Be happy all the time, no matter what.  Isn’t that the best fucking advice you ever heard?  Rejoice, there is never a good reason for negativity!