October 21, 2008

WHERE I'D RATHER BE






























At this point Nate is calling me a melodramatic crazy person, but let's get one thing completely straight...Some. One. Took. Our. Stuff. Without. Asking. Our. Permission. Maybe I'm taking it harder than him because I'm the one that discovered the robbery. I'm the one that suffered mild heart failure when I realized my work laptop was missing with all it's corporate secrets {it was recovered by a neighbor in a nearby alley}.
I've become a bit preoccupied with the idea of being left home alone {read: Tonia is a sitting duck}; in fact, I really don't like the idea of leaving the house. I feel completely vulnerable in both scenarios {should I stay or should I go?}. I suppose the only scenario I like quite a bit is the one that includes me wearing a ragged old flannel nightgown and sitting in a rocking chair on my front porch with a shotgun in my lap. It would be fitting to have a trusty hound at my feet and curlers in my hair but those are details I'm willing to sacrifice. The shotgun can even be one that shoots a red flag out of the barrel that says, "bang"; I'm only concerned with the intimidation factor and not in doing anyone harm.
I've spent the better part of the day mulling over different ways I could have prevented the burgle, things I would say to the perpetrator, and all the scary and terrible things that could have happened but didn't. When I forget about what happened this morning and then suddenly remember it, my heart skips a beat and I get scared. Can a highly anxious girl feel the repercussions of PTSD from a simple burglary?
Anyway, I'd rather be in bed. Neatly tucked into my butter yellow sheets dreaming of gumdrops and unicorns and monkeys that play harmonica.

10 comments:

Jamie said...

You have every right to crawl under the covers and hide your head. It would be one thing if you were still in shock a month from now, but it happened today. It is a scary feeling that someone would dare violate your personal space and have no regard for you or your things.
I'm giving you permission.

Marketing Gurl said...

Wow, I don't blame you. I would be very scared.

Whit said...

You should learn karate and then you can kick trash next time somebody thinks they can steal from you.

Grandma B said...

Oh my goodness....what an earth shattering event to have happen to you. Yes Tonia, you can have PTSD from any event....just know that others care about you LOL

The Meesh said...

Hey girl I am SO sorry. I would feel totally and completely vulnerable AND violated. I'm just glad both you and Nate are ok. Hang in there!

Mark said...

Buy a gun, learn to use it. I don't think I'd ever shoot someone to protect property. To protect a member of my family... in a heartbeat!

Mark said...

Buy a gun, learn to use it. I don't think I'd ever shoot someone to protect property. To protect a member of my family... in a heartbeat!

Tonia Conger said...

Thanks for all the kind words of support. I've developed a few new habits the last few days...militantly checking the alarm system, looking out windows, checking the garage every morning. I guess if it doesn't hurt me it will make me stronger!!!

ali said...

Oh, Tonia. I'm so sorry to hear you were burgled! If nothing else, it's made for some really great stories. I love your writing times ten.

Amara said...

Hang in there!