Dashed Again

Well, my reluctantly maintained, minimal faith in the basic goodness of humanity has once again been dashed. The very night that i started this blog, indeed at the very time that i was creating my first ever blog post, some jack-slap little bastard broke into my car. Granted, i don't know the person who did it, i have never met him/her, but my limited experience with the individual suggests to me that this nomenclature is not too harsh and is probably more than appropriate. Yes, my little den of privacy on wheels was violated in a most unnecessary way. As i prepared to return home after a long day, i arrive at my precious red beauty and what?!?! what is this!?!?! a shattered passenger window greets me and introduces me to the shuffled mess of what appears to be the contents of my glove box, lying there defenselessly wearing the stain of a stranger's touch. Damn it! DAMN IT!!! Why, why, why do people do this? Is it unclear to some that items inside one's automobile do tend to belong to the owner of said auto? Are we confused about the level of privacy and ownership that is expected regarding these things? Do the closed windows and locked doors not indicate strongly enough that only those with a key are welcome to browse this tiny region of the universe? And here's the kicker...i am about as poor as one could be. If, in fact, it is true, as Arctic Cat, Polaris and the others suggest, that s/he who dies with the most toys wins, i was a born loser. i have nothing. Nothing. And that is essentially what was in my car. So what do these loathesome creatures do when there is no fancy stereo system or radar detector to pawn, they take those items which can only have value to the owner of the car which they are so grotesquely invading. Bastards took my CD case. Mostly full of CD's that the love of my life made for me. CD's that only the two of us really care about. So now i am a very angry woman. Angrier even than i was before, and it is kind of a constant state for me. Particularly since November 2, but don't even get me started on that... i don't quite know what to do with my rage. i am not even close to being ready to let it go and accept that this happened. i want to stop people in public and give them random quizzes: "This coat i am wearing...Mine? or just anyone's?" "The money in that cash register...Belongs to the store? or free for the taking?" What is wrong with people? i just get so angry! And so often people take the most ridiculous things! Once when i was in high school a girl i knew stole my glasses. My prescription eyeglasses? What the F is that!?!? What in the name of goodness was she going to do with them? i actually know the answer to this one....she wore them. True story. Not the brightest girl who ever lived. i saw her every day because we were in classes and sports together. One day after i "misplaced" my glasses, i saw her wearing them. This is the kind of thing that one cannot even confront. To do so would have made me look insane. This is a case where the crime is so ridiculous one is protected from justice by common sense. "You stole my prescription glasses and now you are wearing them!" Anyone in their right mind (and that isn't even a required qualification) would respond, "That's crazy! Who would steal prescription glasses?" Suddenly i, the clear victim here, would appear strange and paranoid while this sick twist gets new glasses and has the socially approved freedom to flaunt her theft right in front of me. i hope she got a very bad headache. The glasses looked stupid on her anyway, they were much more suited for my face shape. i wonder where that bitch was on Monday night...