The Windleverse

Tonight my car got broken into while I was at work. Driving home in the cold rain with my passenger and rear window busted in I had this sense of numbness. I’m still not sure how I should feel about these events.

I have never really been a pro-materialist. I know my lifestyle seems to contradict that being filled with high tech gadgets and all sorts of expensive material possessions. In the end it’s all just stuff. We come into this world owning nothing and we leave this world if we are lucky owning nothing but a memory.

I would post a picture of my smashed in car but my Canon Powershot S60 was among the stolen items along with my 12″ Apple Powerbook G4. I guess the thieves were not interested in role playing because they left my D&D PHB and Monster Manual. Thankfully they were also not audiophiles leaving my Grado Labs SR 125’s well alone.

I’m kind of irritated that they stole my sweatshirt and an extra set of jeans I had in my car. I can’t help but think how much I hate going clothes shopping. I think at this point the idea of buying another set of pants is almost more painful then coming up with the money for a new laptop.

At this time of loss I keep going though ways that it could have been prevented. The truth is I live in my car and all my stuff is in my car. It was bound to happen someday it just so happened on a day I had more in my car then less. I also have this need to place blame on something. It’s really silly. Oddly enough the first thing I found that I wanted to blame was Christmas, followed by George Bush, and then Wal-Mart. I think I want to blame these things because I feel that they have some sort of personal vendetta against me or my character. The thieves just simply want money and this is the way society has trained them to get it, nothing personal about it.