aka: Burglary of your home, Car break-in, Your bedroom getting searched by someone (Parents/Roomates/Housemates/ or even Burglars), Your Backpack, Personal Electronics/Phone/Computer/etc getting searched, etc. (Including any seaches by law enforcrment / security)

Basically, anything that can be considered “personal space”.

Why I ask?

Well… My parent’s car has signs of being searched through last night, I think they forgot to close the windows all the way, and some random thief got in and looking for valuables, nothing of value wa taken, but stuff were all over the car, now I hate the idea of getting into that car again (someone might’ve slept inside the car, blegh 😖). That car feels so “tainted” now.

Like this cant be only my feeling right? Like, you just feel disgusted after someone touch your things against your will (especially if they are strangers).

  • @GreenKnight23
    4•23 hours ago

    two breakins to my vehicle.

    first time I was the idiot and left my window down and someone stole my 100 CD binder full of CDs. jokes on them, I had them all ripped to my PC anyway.

    second time, someone broke into my toolbox and stole $2000 worth of tools in 5 minutes without me knowing until the next day.

    I knew exactly where it happened because I had never been to that place and got lost. got a couple friends together and went back the next night, and sure enough I noticed a sketchy van with a dude in it.

    I was the bait in my truck again and stopped, walked away and two dudes got out of the van and walked to my truck.

    they didn’t know two of my friends were laying in the bed with wrecking bars.

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    I heard shouts before I got inside the store and came running back. When I got there one dude was on the ground blood pouring out his leg and his foot is kinked unusually.

    the other dude was begging for us to let him go. I grabbed a framing hammer out of the cab and broke his wrist.

    we then proceeded to absolutely fuck the entire van up. wasn’t even drivable anymore. flat tires, no lights, no windows, back doors bent and hanging.

    I went back to the guys and told them to give me their cash. They gave me $50. I asked if this is all they got from my $2k in tools they stole the other day. they just sat there.

    So I walked over, poured lighter fluid in their seats and set the van on fire.

    when we left I threatened them if I ever saw them I would finish it.

    drove home, got some beers and drank with the guys for the night.

    do not fuck with a carpenters tools. it’s how they make their living. I was in a bad spot at the time, and most of those tools I had inherited from my father. they were more than tools to me.

    no tools, no work, no work makes Jack a very bad boy. fuck thieves. I still don’t feel bad.