Please Mr. Postman, look and see, If there's a letter in your bag for me?

www.youtube.com/watch?v=425GpjTSlS4

Hours crawl by like slugs. T minus how long has it been? The Wait makes reality lose meaning. Everything in life is only a distraction from waiting until that envelope finds its final resting place.

It starts when you hit confirm, and start refreshing the order page waiting to see how fast the vendor will accept it. I get dismayed when they aren't hot out the gate, but I realize that I'm being a little unreasonable. Vendors are human.

But like all humans, they can be subject to greed and hypocrisy. Who knows if this time YOU will be scammed? This wait leaves only questions.

Watching the sunrise on that 3rd day- what a feeling (unless that's an express order you're waiting on: FUCK). Having kept you awake for the past 36 hours, your aching joints perhaps finally decide to give you a small rest. They know that right around the stroke of the eleventh hour on this blessed day, all will become right with the world. The postman will arrive.

Please, for the love of god, Mr. Postman, look and see, is there a letter in your magic bag for me?

While I wait I make music based around the sound of my mailbox squeaking open and banging shut. Kinda a synth funk/noise sorta thing.

But sometimes you get up to this new uncertain day with luck on your side. Well, lucky that your chosen vendor is a pro, and they somehow get that priority envelope to you 2nd day. Holy moly what joy!

The wait is intense. It has driven itself deep within my psyche. Sometimes I get nervous and order backup from another vendor, and as soon as I do, the first has marked it shipped. Waiting will make you foolish if you aren't careful.

There are a few things to mitigate the roaring echo of the clock's second hand rocking against the inside of your skull. Weed is great obviously if you have some of that. Movies pass the time decently. Also carefully considering the fact that you're spending precious moments of your short miserable life on this earth literally watching time pass on a clock, or in my case, cars going by on the road, instead of creating something, or being productive in general. Keeping that thought in mind, and doing something about it will help pass the time.

Going to work. Going for a bike ride. Taking a shower. Looking at yourself in the mirror. Taking note of the weight you've lost, but somehow seeming not healthy. Drawing the curtains. Curling up in bed. Take a look at the clock again.

Please, Mr. Postman, please, Mr. Postman, please, please, Mr. Post. Man.


Comments


[16 Points] None:

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[5 Points] Trappy_Pandora:

Stop narrating my first year on tor!


[3 Points] 367T:

I feel your pain. I only use weed. nothing available locally (well, super low quality, super overpriced and I have to deal with annoying/weird/dumb people). I've had a good connect for a while on the DNM, but their packages take 2-3 weeks. This last one was lost or didn't ship, vendor reshipped after 30 days (which I'm confident about, it's a small order and we have plenty of history, no reason to change things now). The wait is OBNOXIOUS. It's been only 5 days since my alleged reship, which means I've got at least a week and a half or two left to wait. If this one doesn't arrive I'm going to cry.

I can't grow in my current living arrangement, and it'll likely stay that way for another year or two. The more I have to wait and deal with nonsense to just get what I need to sleep and relax the more exasperated and infuriated I get that something like weed is illegal, yet I can go to a pharmacy and get all kinds of muscle relaxants or other fun pills and shit without a script (no opiates though, before someone asks), or buy alcohol 24 hours a day and drink in public, yet a plant would land me in jail. Unfortunately, I'm not a fan of pills or alcohol.

/rant


[3 Points] orbiterr:

This is great text !! I fell exactly the same way about that. But let me tell you the worst nightmare related to subject I had. Friday, around 11am. I felt terrible, 3rd day of H withdrawals. My PO is not working over weekends, so that was the last day and the last chance to get my order and fix myself. If order not shows up I am fucked !! The rest of Friday and another 2 days, and beginning of Monday......... which mean so many bloody hours before me !!!!! That day I was pretty convinced my order won't arrive, because I felt like vendor scam me. Order should be here few days later, and this vendor always works like clockwork, but had been under investigation recently, also more than few negatives showed up. So wasn't sure if he scamm me or maybe order been seized by customs etc, missing somehow. I knew only one, I had like 20+ transactions with him and ALWAYS a nice envelope landed in my mailbox after exact 3 days. No exceptions. First time 2d of delay. I don't know - I felt like shit, lost hope to get my dopes today etc.

So it is 11am on the watch. It is time to check my mailbox. Full of doubts, a bit scarred and looks like shit I went downstairs, out the front, and point my sight at the mailbox, and from 2m I am fucking pretty sure something is there !!! I remember the feelings inside me when I open the box and took a nice looking envelope with well know stamps to me. It is there !! Fuck me !! It arrived for real !! I am saved !!! I can't believe ! Santa came early this year !!!!

At that time I probably knew that something is not OK..small bell's ringing can feel but can't hear yet.......... Well I literally ran upstairs to my room, starting prepare to fix myself, all shaking, sweating but big banana smile on my face :) so equipment basically prepared and ready, it is time to get the shit out of nice looking envelope. I took it from my desk, hold in my hand and then I started to realize what is going on, and what is wrong on "that picture", something doesn't fit here....

Envelope come open...... It looks like someone open it quickly, in rush,and close it back. In the first view you can just miss the note envelope has been reopened.... And I knew then what was wrong and what doesn't fit. Envelope was too light for 10g in one product and 5g second + something else. And nightmare came true. My order gone, wasn't there. Someone tear a mbb away from the place it was glued as always. Definitely someone steal my shit....my medicine for today, and for next 60 hours or so....

Fuck,I couldn't believe !!! First time happened to me.... I saw my order in my mailbox !!!! I was saved at that time !! I felt sick but I was so happy for a while. And something inexplicable, unbelievable happened.....

I was shocked, devastated I couldn't believe. I went back to mailbox and keep checking small box for 10 minutes. Of course I did not find anything. Back to my room and keep checking envelope - even removed a stamps to check if 15g+ products stuck there..........somehow.....

After few hours I started to accept I am fucked and need to handle this. That was the worst and most dramatic DNM's experience I faced with.

TL;DR - I been waiting for order very hard, was sick and really need "medicines" from my order. Friday, last working day for my local PO. I felt like it doesn't arrive today, I was pretty sure. It come,............open, products removes from inside, stealed...I was devastated, in trauma :)


[2 Points] throw_awayy_hoo:

The wait is excruciating when sick and unable to cop IRL. package pls come ):


[1 Points] DeeLiverDeeLetter:

I love the Beatles version of this song. Comes on my rotation all the time and I always think of DNMs. Sometimes I'll play it when the waiting game anxiety kicks in. Glad I'm not the only one