a first for me...that wasn't in some sort of teenage prankster scheme...i had to call the police. and to say that i 'had to' would be a lie. someone had recently broken into my home, quickly ran around turning up drawers and packing as much as possible into whatever they could find. in the middle of the day--that seemed particularly odd. he/she must have been watching me leave my house, scoping the place to see if anyone were in the neighborhood.
when i got the call that someone had broken in, my first reaction was "it's the cops"...and i suppose that's a decent reaction considering my personal disdain for authorities. but this was sloppy and foolish, not the work of those fear mongers. but why did i call them to help me then?...they did nothing. took photo's of my house-- which added to the already invasive feeling. found a fingerprint or two, talked to neighbors, and assessed the situation in a strictly bureaucratic manner(all stuff i could have done if i wanted to waste time). just before leaving--i would have rather them just spit at me--the one cop said "if you're stuff turns up, i'll give you a call". the added insult was the delayed reaction and slow reaction of the landlord to come and fix what damage was made.
the stuff missing doesn't bother me so much, the invasion does. catastrophe is invasion, and i cannot imagine the helplessness that comes with being raped...or when a US soldier goes into a house uninvited (looking for "terrorists") and expects the residents to react peacefully...invasion is the fullness of being aware that the pan optic society in which we live gives advantage to hierarchy.
i wish said culprit would have made her way into the homes of rich, lakeside folks. that way he could have made a big score, and disrupted the daily lives of those who force this type of inequity on the lower class. another damn example of workers being pitted against one another. i just don't get it. how could we make it apparent that the rich are the ones who've got the goods: and so much too. they're the reason poor people are poor. oh well, new locks. new sense of paranoia/awareness. new found hatred for hierarchy and how it effects everyone.

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