Be Careful
I think people sometimes get off a little on the idea of the world being more dangerous than it actually is.
Maybe its exciting for them or its a variation of getting to play the victim role, I don’t know. But either way its fucking retarded and egotistical to think that everyone is out to get you.
A friend of mine posted on facebook about getting his new GPS stolen out of his car. More than a handful of people immediately commented on his status, saying things like “You’re lucky you only had it for two days so all your information wasn’t in it,” followed by a bunch of comments suggesting that one should not put their real address into their GPS and instead use the location of a nearby public place.
Oh, come ON.
First of all, there’s a huge difference between the type of person who would break into a car to steal (or, in the case of my friend’s situation, open a car door that was left unlocked) and someone who would track your ass down and chop up your family in your own home. I know the idea of the latter is way more exciting than thinking of your GPS information getting erased and the unit being sold online, but its kind of important to maintain a grip on reality.
For instance- I wanted to get in touch with a friend of mine about a casting call that was time sensitive and I didn’t have her number so I went to her Facebook page. I told her to call or text me and included my phone number. All of a sudden I was being warned by the masses about the danger of my phone number being up on her page. No one said “Are you sure you want to do that?” or “You should probably take that down after your friend does get in touch with you.” Nope- and everyone used the word DANGEROUS. When I asked how it was dangerous, the main consensus was that my number “could get into the wrong hands.” And then what, exactly?? Someone can get-in-touch-with-me-to-death?? I don’t even answer my phone for people I do know.
And if I get one more fucking “Share with all your female friends- PLEAAASSEE — LISTEN, LADIES!!” email with some bullshit story about a woman who’s approached by a friendly man at a gas station and they shook hands and a month later she has a miscarraige and didn’t make the connection until she realized the man implanted a chip into her hand that releases high dosages of Plan B so LADIES- – if a man goes to shake your hand DO NOT SHAKE HIS HAND- JUST DROP EVERYTHING AND RUN AS FAST AS YOU CAN TO THE NEAREST WELL LIT AREA. AND DO NOT, I repeat, DO NOT GET INTO YOUR CAR BECAUSE AUTOMOBILE AIRCONDITIONERS PRODUCE TRACES OF A CHEMICAL THAT CAN SPEED UP THE PROCESSES OF THE IMPLANTED BIRTHCONTROL PALM CHIP WHICH GUARANTEES THE CHANCES OF YOU HAVING A MISCARRAIGE EVEN IF YOU ARE NOT PREGNANT. Please forward this to your Mothers and Daughters and Sisters and all the women in your life. Be careful!!!! {Insert poem about strong women here with tacky animated clip art}
I know bad things can happen to innocent people and I’m not denying that, but living in constant fear and negativity ain’t so healthy either. I don’t know why I wrote “ain’t” just now, but it seemed fitting.
Juliet Jack 