It's amazing how much impact a single word can have. Most of my life I've been striving to keep that label the hell off of me.
I've used phrases like "With the way I look, I might as well have Victim stamped across my forehead."
I've advocated self defense (loudly) and told people to be smart, use their heads.
And last night, I was an idiot. A complete, and utter fool.
I picked the kids up from daycare, and it was hot, so I left my windows down on my car. I wasn't sure if I'd be taking them to CM's house or if he was coming to pick them up, and I didn't want the kids, or me, getting a case of heat stroke on the way over, if we took my car.
Well, CM picked the kids up, and I promptly forgot about my windows being down.
As I was drifting off to sleep last night, I thought about it. And instead of getting up, throwing on a bath robe, and going out to secure my vehicle like I should have, I thought "it's not going to rain tonight" and rolled over and went to sleep.
When I woke up this morning, my roommate informed me that my trunk was open.
Yeah, my car was ransacked.
XM Radio, gone.
Bookbag, gone. Although they were nice enough to dump out all of my books before they took the bag.
Wallet, gone. That one hurts the most, it had my driver's license, debit cards, concealed carry permit, and social security card in it.
Tried to take my car stereo but they couldn't get it out. I need to remember to thank my brother for putting it in correctly when he did it, they didn't have the tools to get it out of the mounting.
I was all right until I remembered that one of the debit cards was to an account that isn't mine. Then I felt like an absolute heel. That one has already been canceled, and I'll be canceling mine as soon as I can get ahold of someone at the bank.
Once I got the debit card taken care of, I was back to being pissed off about it, until the officer used that word.
A single word, and it was all I could do to keep from bursting into tears right then and there. The only thing that saved me was that another part of me was wanting to slap the officer for calling me a victim.
But, I am. A victim of a crime, through my own stupidity. Might as well get used to it, as much as I dislike it.
Hell of a way to start my birthday.