It would be too hard to respond to every post. So I'll do my best here:
1) No, I don't have renter's insurance. I did the first year I lived here because I was paranoid. Once I figured I live in a quiet complex with families and retirees, I decided it was a waste of money. Guess I was wrong...
2) I have very good reason to believe the culprit is a local trouble maker who has recently been terrorizing my building. He's stolen mail (including two packages of mine) along with attempts to break into people's cars and storage units. I know where he works. I have a good feeling he'll get caught.
3) I'm already in talks with management to get new locks and installing security equipment in my building.
4) Despite depression, I don't have any social anxiety or awkwardness. It's just the typical , "everyone else is busy with careers, marriage and kids" bullshit. Everyone I know is far too busy or moved away. So, my social life is limited. I can't just pull money out of my ass, move or go out all the time. But I appreciate the kind words and concern.
5) The anger I have is indescribable. I won't do anything stupid though. I still have a lot to lose. It could be worse. I'll let law enforcement do their job. So far, they have been great. But man, I want nothing more for the culprit to get shot in the back of the head, Goodfellas style (those who know the film understand that reference). Seriously, fuck him. He did more than just steal a few vidya gaemz.
6) There are some good people out there. Some bad. But most are indifferent and don't care. That's not good or bad. It is what it is.
7) Over a decade's worth of my life, money, time, memories, my hobby and means of happiness, just...Gone. Again, you guys understand. Being gamers. It's more than just stuff. Imagine being a filmmaker and all of your equipment got stolen. Or an artist and all of your work and supplies got taken from your studio. The means in which you rely on for self expression and joy are gone. They even took my raggedy ass, fucked up headphones I use at the gym. Like...seriously? Various watches that I wear on the rare occasions I go out somewhere nice.
Now I realize I'm not a failure. Whoever stole from me is. They're the loser. Having to break into someone's home and steal their possessions. And for what? To get nickled and dimed at a pawn shop? To support a drug habit? Or because it's fun? Regardless, they're a piece of shit. They deserve every horrible thing that comes their way.
And to think this was a good year. A turn around year for me. And it basically culminates with this bullshit. I'm laughing right now at how absurd this is. A cruel cosmic joke. It's what I get for foolishly thinking that minding my own business and not causing problems for others would keep me safe from adversity.
Nothing is safe and nothing is sacred, apparently. My mother was right to tell me not to love someone or something too much. I'll be okay. Most of this crap will get replaced one way or another. But it won't be the same going foward.
