Pariah
Outside Influence
Typifying the unreliable and insecure nature of UK railway travel, I was recently robbed of a bag containing not only my laptop, camera and calculator, but also various personal documents - including a 2003 diary, nearly completed. The gadgets are insured, easily replaced; I had backups for most of the laptop's contents. The diary can never be replaced, only reconstructed in a bare outline. I probably wasted dozens of hours writing it through the year.
I'm forced to wonder if someone out there is reading it, and getting to know me better than my family do. Maybe it will sit in a drawer somewhere for years, pass from hand to hand - who knows, even find its way back to me, maybe decades hence... Or, worse, it was likely just thrown away and destroyed.
I wonder if anyone else has experienced such an annoying loss, unique to themselves - as opposed to a bereavement? If so, how did they come to terms with it?
Call me a selfish jerk - I admit that misery DOES love company.
I'm forced to wonder if someone out there is reading it, and getting to know me better than my family do. Maybe it will sit in a drawer somewhere for years, pass from hand to hand - who knows, even find its way back to me, maybe decades hence... Or, worse, it was likely just thrown away and destroyed.
I wonder if anyone else has experienced such an annoying loss, unique to themselves - as opposed to a bereavement? If so, how did they come to terms with it?
Call me a selfish jerk - I admit that misery DOES love company.
