Oh don't worry - I'm okay! Everything is fine...really! Nice of you to be concerned, but it was a very mild case of gun-point robbery. There really wasn't even a gun "per se". Still, it was all very scary, as you can imagine. I got lucky, though. In the sense that, technically, I wasn't physically there when the robbery took place. That would have been devastating (I'm very fragile).
Robbery is such a terrible thing to go through. You feel violated. Your world is shaken. You look at everything differently, for example...you might accidentally glance out the window at the very spot where the whole thing went down (shudder). That opening on the wire fence where you hooked your sunglasses before that fateful walk (when you decided it wasn't even sunny and what if people think you're trying to be like some sort of celebrity with their pointless sunglasses).
Then you recall (with mounting tension) the way you just ambled through the park, blissfully unaware. The feeling you had of innocent happiness (that will now haunt your dreams). The way you came back, all zen (marginal exercise level achieved). The way you went into the house and carried on about your evening. The way you woke up at 3am, remembering suddenly - you left the sunglasses out there - and then went back to sleep. The way you remembered them again at 7am, but you were drinking your coffee and didn't really care. The way you remembered yet again at 11am (because you were going out and it was actually sunny).
Then. The tragic event.
How you hurried over to the window! (hot tear escapes) How you saw... (involuntary trembling...) They. Were. Gone. Gone, without (ragged breath) without a trace...
So...yeah. Someone stole my sunglasses. I know! I also know what you're going to say, and yes! Yes, I did inform the authorities, but understandably, there was nothing they could do. No physical evidence, see. I've watched the police dramas, I get it (whatever). As much as I know how important it would be to not rest until this perpetrator (perp) is apprehended, and that until then, he/she will remain "at large", I have to move on with my life. I can't let myself be further victimized by the fear.
I might need to try and get used to my gold-framed sunglasses instead of the silver-framed ones, which were (sniff) stolen. I need to try not to think about how the silver matched my silver hoop earrings so well. How the gold is okay? But it kind of clashes. Who wears silver with gold? Yes, okay - maybe those American Eagle, Coachella-attending type young girls...but that isn't me. My earrings have to match. I can't be just throwing silver and gold together casually like that. Oh, it's a mess. I'm looking into grief counselling. I have to say...Post Traumatic Stress Disorder is a very real possibility here. Maybe to the point of dropping "PTSD" into conversations, assuming everyone will know what that is.
The anger surprises me, though. That violated feeling yes, but I never expected the anger? If they ever catch "my" thieves, I'd want to stand before them. Glare accusingly into their eyes. Force them to observe the whole earring clashiness thing. And after they have been in prison for a few years, I would show up at the parole-hearing, armed with my gut-wrenching story and a fierce determination that they would never again see the light of day.
I guess I could allow them to have those prison yard...um, hang out sessions? Do they call that recess? Does a bell ring? Anyway, if so, I hope that bullies twice the size of my sunglasses thieves will gang up on them. That they'd have to find a place to cower and hide every single day. Kinda like the fear inflicted on me?? Yeah. Every day they would whisper to themselves "if only I had left the sunglasses. Walked away. They weren't even Ray-bans." (tormented wail...) "not even Ray-bans!!!"
So, in case you were wondering...I'm still on summer vacation but it is raining today. I thought I'd tell my story to illustrate how this focused, active avoidance of the "real" world can mess with your perspective. (#firstworldproblems) How it can make something kind of minor seem like a big deal. How people all over the world face far greater struggles every minute of the day. How if this is my worst problem, I'm actually doing pretty well.
(that said)....They fit perfectly. They never squeezed my head. They did not slide down my nose. When you'd put them on? It was exactly like an Instagram filter. The sky became turquoise. Just saying.
Hope whoever the thief is, appreciates them. Hope they live a long and happy life. (the sunglasses)