people > possessions

Jul 23

7.23.2025 | 6:44pm | Wednesday | people > possessions

Someone tried to steal my car last week!

I’m still in shock. I walked to my car on my break at work it was 4:30pm. My sunroof was open, car started back window down, and I see someone sitting in my driver seat. I was stunned... I’m still shook. I’ve never experienced this in my life. I thought it was a co-worker messing with my, but the dots didn’t connect, when the guy jumped out of my car and ran to another one and sped off. I hopped in and sat discombobulated.

For a moment, it didn’t even feel like my car. The seat out of position. The sunroof unable to close, the glovebox open. It just felt weird. I called every supervisor, manager, direction I could because my attendance has been a little rocky and couldn’t risk points. Meanwhile the burglars, return and corner my car in my parking spot and walk to my window to retrieve what I thought was his weapon, I later found out was the device he used to get my access to my cars computer and start my car. Had I known what to even look for aside from not be a complete bitch, I would’ve reacted different, but low and behold. Everyone’s alive. The car is a little bruised up, but I think she’ll be just fine. I’m salty and need to figure out a temporary and future strategy to get to work and follow up with the police and try to obtain video that my employer should have access to but seems to be lolligagging about, I guess I don’t blame them, I shit on them all in the “anonymous” employee engagement surveys but you’d think they would try to make a more positive impact, but I guess that’s not what it’s about.

And I’m not sure what a video changes aside from knowing in my mind they used a tool to pry open the sunroof and stepped on the hood to get in based on the damage done. It’s literally like someone tried to kidnap my child. My car has been in the shop for 5 days now and I’m lost. Slowly realizing that car has become my best friend like bumble bee & Sam Wickwicky. It knows a side of me the rest of the world rarely sees. That dashboard has shared countless memories with me in such a short time and knowing someone tried taking that away from me makes me sick to my stomach. Knowing it’s in the shop being disassembled hurts me to my core. But everything happens for a reason, I’ve been studying the principals of Buddhism. The idea that it is because it should be. It’s not good, it’s not bad, but it is. Does not having this car help me avoid something else? Sometimes the universe looks out like that. In the form of heartbreak. Sometimes you’re dodging a completely different bullet. That dude was seconds away from driving off in a 2025 Honda civic touring hybrid. [all those extra bullshit titles that really means heated leather power seats and cooler trim] it means a lot but its a Honda Civic to the world, but to me it is the world. There’s a lesson in this and I’ll find it, but right now I’m hurting and looking for a face I can barely remember and a license plate that police say it probably attached to a different stolen vehicle. All because of forced mandatory overtime. Oh well, at least I’m getting a nice check working 60 hours a week. Smh not what I signed up for.

loner, by all means

I like to be alone. At this point in my life [halfway to 72/74 depending on the date] I don’t like being in the presence of others for too long. I don’t know if that’s my anti-social introvert side or just me not liking other people that much. It is what it is. It gets lonely at times but all in all, it’s peaceful. The chaos that life has been through my youth, it’s nice to just enjoy a calm. Even though I pack my day with excuses to call myself busy and avoid real shit. There’s personal connections that deserve tending too, there’s loved ones i need to cherish, there’s business goals that get set aside for “current business demand” aka driving around aimlessly saying I’m doing uber. I make this lifestyle work for me. It’s just enough. Enough of what? To keep me from what? Who knows?

Maybe I’ve gone mad and I’m the last one to realize it.