Wednesday, January 25, 2012

I...am...so...freakin'...PISSED!!!

If you've read my blogs at all, you're probably aware of proud and in love I am with my car. It's the first sporty, loud, fast, look-at-me car I've ever had. I can't stress how much I love it. I feel good when I'm driving it, it rides like a dream, I have men talk to me about it all the time when I'm at the gas station, it's just da bomb!

I take very good care of it because I want it to last forever. I keep it clean, I make sure the maintenance is performed regularly, I park way out in the parking lot so it won't get bumped and I try to baby it. So you can imagine - wait, no you can't, the horror I had when I walked outside and noticed that someone had taken an object and scratched my baby down the entire length of both sides. It was instant vomitosis.
 
Why would someone do that??? I felt violated when this time last year, someone burglarized my home and cleaned me out. I felt violated when someone egged my kidlet's car with a dozen eggs last month. But this goes beyond feeling violated. I honestly want to seriously harm the person who did it. I want to break bones and make them bleed and pound them to a pulp and hang them up by their fingernails and pull their hair and poke their eyes out and put hot cigarettes on their skin. And more. I'm really mad. I feel hatred towards vandals and thieves.




 I think that part of the reason I'm so infuriated is that I can't comprehend why someone would do something so awful. I'm nice! I go out of my way to help elderly people and ladies with babies. I try to help out people at work - even if I don't have to. I'm never mean to anyone. I like to see the good in people and not the bad. So, why would someone do something bad to me???

Mr. Wonderful doesn't see the world through rose colored glasses like I do. I guess being a lawman has made him more jaded. Sure, he was mad but his reply to my hysterics was "Now do you see why I don't trust anyone?" I wish he could find out who did this and pull out his taser and zap them for about 2 hours straight. Oops, there I go again...thinking of punishments. Sorry but I'm just so dang mad!!!

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This is pretty dang much how I reacted. Now I'm just sort of numb. After the break in I was scared for a long time. After my kidlet's car was egged I was flabbergasted that someone could be so mean. After this, I hate that I'm losing faith in others. I thought I lived in a safe neighborhood!

 Get this, Mr. Man took down our basketball goal so he could move the post. We leaned the goal up against the side of the house. I just noticed the other day that it was gone. Someone stole it. A goal without a post. A neighbor had their water hose and an extension cord stolen right out of their yard. What the heck-fire is going on, people??? Do people just think they can take anything that's not nailed down? I have been feeling like our society is going to hell in a hand basket and by having this happen, I'm really feeling that way. I know times are tough but jeez oh Pete! I work hard for my stuff. I don't buy luxuries - I buy discount stuff so I can one day afford a car like I want that I really love. And I don't expect to have someone ruin it for no good reason.

Aw hell, complaining about it isn't going to make things any different.It happened and now I'll get it cleaned up. It just makes me really, really mad. And sad.

3 comments:

  1. I'm so sorry about your car!! That really sucks. I don't understand why people do stuff like that. That is just awful!!! I think you are one of the sweetest people I know. And I can testify that you are ALWAYS willing to help out at work, even if it's not your responsibility. If you need me to unleash the wrath of Rachel, let me know. I got your back!!

    **hugs**

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  2. i think it depends on where you live. I live off a fairly busy street in Boulder. Once I went on a 3 hour motorcycle ride and left my front door wide open. Everything was there when i got back. Another time I went to my boyfriend's house and came back in the morning and saw i had left my garage door open(it faces the street) I have like $12,000 worth of bicycles(yes - my bicycles are worth more than my car) in there - nothing was taken. And I can't tell you the number of times I've left my purse on the back of my chair at a restaurant to come back hours later and it still be there.(yes - i can be *very* absent-minded). hopefully I didn't jinx myself by bringing up these incidents.

    sorry about your car - that totally sucks.

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  3. some people just suck. when it comes to your car, maybe it was a jealousy thing. mean, mean, mean!

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