So someone stole my lawn mower. It was the middle of the day. I was off work. I left home for a grocery run. When I got back, my mower was gone.
I was pissed! I mean, it was just an inexpensive push mower, but still, it was MY mower and I needed it to mow my yard.
What else did I feel? Afraid. I was scared that someone might next break in my house. It wasn’t about the stuff. I have renters insurance, and, frankly, it would be nice to get a new laptop or TV.
No, I was terrified that someone would cause harm to Rumpy or June Buggie. And I still haven’t gotten over that fear.
But as debilitating as fear can be, the feeling that got me the most was mistrust. I found myself, in turn, mentally accusing each and every neighbor I have. I scanned every neighbor’s yard, looking for my mower. Like some dumbass would steal my mower, then park it in front of his house like a trophy.
I was convinced the guys next door stole it. Then it was the kids living in the apartment house a block over. I blamed the people working at the businesses nearby. Guys driving down the street. And of course, let’s not forget the homeless.
I was trapped in a cycle of rehashing the theft over and over. I needed to get a new mower, but I kept putting it off, because I couldn’t let my anger over the theft go.
And then one day, I understood. If I can get that whacked out over the theft of a push mower, then all the news media has to do is convince us we’ve been robbed, or are at threat of being robbed, and the whole country becomes whacked about…. well…… everything.
But eventually I had to get over being whacked out over a used push mower, buy another, and move on.
Ya think we can eventually convince people to turn off the news, and move on as well?