What The Fuck Is Wrong With People

What the fuck is wrong with people?? My house was broken into this morning, my cds, my dad's cds, my little brother's nintendo, our change jar with over $100 in it, my mom's class ring... my little brother's bank with the $40 he's been working so hard to save up, my box of mementos, which was stupid for him to take... but whatever. My skate bag... and a bunch of other things. I guess what confuses me most is what they *didn't* take. They left my *expensive* skates, which they could have sold for a lot of money. They left my boom box, they left my dad's cameras (there were several). They left our tvs, cd players, tape players, computers, computer equipment, china, jewelery, stereo equipment, a lot of cd's... just... it doesn't make sense!

But then, what else they left... they didn't hurt me, the first one into the house, they didn't hurt my mom, who yelled 'hello', and scared them out. They didn't hurt the cats... We weren't home when they got in, therefore we weren't injured. Just the little things that they left. Some things that they wouldn't have had any reason to take- my medals and trophies, pictures, my scrapbook, my snake, my dried flowers, my candles, my futon, my papasan chair... just all those things. And the sentimental things. I dunno. It's just really making me think about the grand scheme of things, and how lucky I am that he didn't have a gun... how lucky I am that I didn't come in alone, because I wouldn't have realized anyone was in my house.

Wow. What the FUCK is wrong with people?? Why do people do this to other people? It doesn't make sense. -JessicaSkater

Oh my God..I'm sorry. That's scary..and so damn frustrating. I'm really glad you're all okay. They did take a weird assortment of things from you, though...dang...were they young? It sort of sounds like it, from what they took. Or they didn't want to bother selling the expensive stuff..?

Our house has been broken into twice the first time they didn't really take much, just some of the logical stuff..a boombox, a TV I think..I can't really remember, I was too young. So we replaced the door they had forced open with a better one, and life went on.

When I was 13 or 14 (somewhere around there), I was home alone one day when someone began continuously ringing the doorbell. It was a little scary, but I figured it was just a persistent salesperson, and they'd go away. They did, but shortly after, they came back. I was a little scared, so I went into the kitchen to eat a tortilla. They started ringing the doorbell/knocking on the door again. Then there was silence, and I figured they'd gone away.

Then I heard breaking glass. I was so scared..I had an instant "flight" response. I ran into the laundry room and squished myself on top of the washing machine, under the overhanging cabinets. I could still see part of the living room, but not well, since I wasn't wearing my glasses. I saw one of them come in and try to unhook our VCR (he was unsuccessful! :) Advantages to having stubborn appliances...). Then the other one came in, and I think he saw me, because they left shortly afterwards..they took my brother's piggy bank , which had been out on the table with maybe $20 in it, but they left all of our computers alone, too..and we have three computers and a laptop in the front room.

I was so lucky nothing happened to me. For a year and a half, though, I hated being home alone, but I didn't want to tell my parents this, so I put up with it. Whenever I heard the doorbell, my heart would start racing so fast I had trouble hearing. Finally I went to a psychiatrist, which was a pain in the ass, but I got quite a bit better about the whole home alone phobia. - Emma (damn, that was long..)

what the fuck is wrong with people. that's a damn good question. what happened to you, jess, makes my stoy sound pretty pathetic.. but all the same. a few months after my momma moved into her new house in a cute little neighborhood with lots of trees, lots of kids. we were just getting settled in permanently, and i remember me and courtney pulling into my drive way... i saw two kids in rollerblades kneeled over in my front lawn. i thought one had fallen or something, maybe he hurt himself. so i got out of the car and as soon as they saw me they started skating off as fast as they could. then huge flames started to come up in my lawn where they had been sitting. they had taken a can of gasoline and poured it on the grass then lit it. i sort of ran around frantically for a few minutes... called my grandfather, got out the hose. then people from the public swimming pool started walking down the street to my yard carrying buckets of water. they put out the fire and i thanked them sincerely. it wasn't a huge fire. it could've gotten bigger, though. but damn... why? why would you want to do that to someone? someone you didn't even know. why would you want to go out of your way to ruin their day? i don't understand... i just remember being so uncontrollably mad. anger was the first emotion. after i cooled down i was depressed... depressed that some kid was so unhappy, that he wanted to make me unhappy too. ~naomi