I lost my keys today.
This is really nothing new, I loose stuff all the time, and most of the time I find what I thought was gone.
But this time, I am pretty certain these keys are really- really gone.
I'm actually very upset about loosing my keys and Gioconda won't talk to me about it.
"How much more can you say about it? Your not helping anything," she said.
I just hadn't said enough about it. I find when bad things happen I allow myself a 5-9 hour window in which I have to process the event, and this process does include talking. So, I am trying to move past it, having just been given 1/2 hour to process this misfortune.
This is a guilty confession, most of the time, meaning almost all the time, when I can't find something I am convinced the item has been stolen from me.
Don't get me wrong, there has been plenty is misappropriation here at 2107, but admittedly less than my suspicions.
A few months ago I picked up some clothes at the dry cleaners which I thought should have included a pair of jeans I left for altering. When I discovered the jeans were not in my order I made my conclusion in an instant, my jeans had been stolen.
So, I end up telling the owner that his worker must have stolen my jeans because I was certain I brought them in, although I didn't have a receipt...which to my thinking was all a part of the caper- the worker who took my jeans didn't give me a receipt- and of course I didn't pay attention...and then I went home and found the jeans.
And one would think I would change as a result of this little lesson in making accusations , but it didn't. When I can't find something my first thought is "what fucker took the charger to the electric screw driver..." And there is no lead up, when something is missing I am immediately pissed- mostly pissed at whoever took the remote to the dvd player.
But today I lost my keys...and I'm almost certain I only have myself to blame.
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