Wednesday, 12 December 2007

• I'm a loser. No, really. I lose things.

  I lost my car keys.  Most people have spares.  I'm one of them, only my spares can't seem to be found.  I think some of them were in Missouri with my parents, though I could have sworn I had one in my glove compartment in my car.  But I don't.  My mom mailed me several keys she thought might have been for my car, but the envelope was torn open when it arrived, and I'm still keyless. 

  Not only have I lost my independence, which I value more highly than I would have previously admitted, but I've been reflecting on my tendency to lose things throughout my life and it's kind of depressing.  Do I not care about my things?  Am I being a bad steward of the things I've been given?  Or do these things "just happen" to me and seemingly fairly often?  Fortunately, I don't lose important things often, but I am constantly misplacing things, or putting things in a 'safe place' that I won't remember.

  I used to be confident in the USPS, but no more.  Some punk took my keys, and I'm not happy about it.  I'm really annoyed and bummed about the whole thing.  If you see my keys, CALL ME.  They're on a key ring like this:

  

  Just watch, I'll run across them somewhere in the house next month.  UGH.

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