Tuesday, May 20, 2008
somebody broke into my house....
Current mood: sad
and i am surprisingly depressed about it. they stole my backpack, in the middle of the night, while i was sleeping. the bag was in my kitchen. and i am just really bummed out about it. my wallet, ipod, glasses. most of all, my notes for my final coming up on thursday and some sources for a paper that i am writing.
none of this is really that important. i cancelled my cards. i made a dmv appointment. i have collected a couple books today and some notes from other students. but i can't shake this grey cloud feeling about it.
today i presented a paper about women in palestine. i heard others present about women in tibet, china, afghanistan. so, why am i so bothered by this violation? i was not hurt. my roommates were not hurt. they didn't get anything too valuable. and i am quite certain that they needed whatever they did get more than i do. nonetheless, i have a little depressed spot in my chest, like an inner bruise. i don't know if this soft spot is a feeling of sadness and powerlessness over the desperation that causes things like this to happen in the first place. if it is a result of days of nonstop reading about women being killed, beaten, restricted and devalued. or perhaps a culmination of these things. but my heart is heavy.
so, if anyone in the los angeles area sees a hot pink nano, and a book entitled, "dude, you're a fag", belonging to an unlikely character. please kick somebody's ass and bring me my goods!
(in the meantime, be really good to your neighbors. they need your love and affection. )
