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27 de Marzo, 2007
Are You Somebody?
Categorized under Gobierno | Tags: Adoption, My Life
I LOST MY ID. Again. And my bank card. Which they won't replace....long story. Addresses, forwarding rules, bureaucracy in place to keep me "safe" now prevents me from getting any money out of my account. I feel so...secure!
Eh. I am always losing this junk. for about 22 years or so I've been losing ID. Since about the time I first needed working papers. I can't even tell you how many times I've lost my wallet or ID or something. People in my life get angry at me. Well, at least recently. "How can you do this over and over" and such. I don't know what to answer. I am very upset that I lost this. Trust me. I put it in my shirt breast pocket just so I wouldn't lose it. I didn't realize my breast pocket had ripped stitching. I walked up and down the whole stretch of road a few times looking for it. Gone. How do people take things so damn quickly? Amazing. It's not like I'm in New York or anything. I drop something from my pocket and fifteen minutes later there is no trace. There's hardly anyone on the street! How does happen?
I hate that I need to always have this crap. Half the time the card has the wrong name or the wrong address on it, or it hardly looks like me. What am I proving to you with this card? Suddenly I think of some fool out there finding my license. What if some cat who looks like my picture finds it? And then commits a string of crimes claiming to be me? HE has ID! No doubt about his identity! Suddenly I'll be wanted for who knows what.
So I had to go to the police. To tell them. Dear Cops: I have lost my identifying papers. So if someone sticks up a bank and then flashes his license with my name on it, please come harass me to prove I didn't do it and then just report a lost license to throw you off track. Just keep me in mind is all I'm saying. Here, put me in your system a little more. Just like to know I'm popping up on your screens.
Well. I didn't go to the cops. The aforementioned Person in My Life, annoyed tho they were, was kind and helpful enough to do that part. They know that I find talking to police, well...distracting to the spirit, I'll say.
Ugh. Now I have to go through the whole thing again, getting ID. Gathering all my papers. Dealing with annoyed, bored employees of the state. Explaining the weird adoption paper name change thing. Will they waterboard me, thinking I'm some Mexican American Terrorist trying to fool everyone about his shifty identity? I can't wait. Keeping calm while people snap at me or treat me like a moron because I can't keep MY PAPERS intact.
You can tell the whole thing really cheers me up.
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Comentarios (9)
erizzle dijo:
sorry to hear this. also sorry to hear that you have people angry with you about it. my twin sister loses her wallet and keys like it's a hobby. our folks used to get quite angry with her, which made me angry with them. i think some people just aren't made to be burdened with bureaucratic tools. i'd rather she lose her wallet than lose her happy, free spirit.
Palabras por erizzle spat forth on el 27 de Marzo, 2007 at 09:33 AM
Ill Do Chay dijo:
Poor timing, Nez. The Department of Your Papers Please hasn't got enough to do, rounding up illegal humans.
Palabras por Ill Do Chay spat forth on el 27 de Marzo, 2007 at 10:18 AM
RickB dijo:
I feel your pain, and bureaucracy, put it this way I don't think 'Brazil' is a fiction film, it's more like a training movie for the state. I don't lose things so much as forget where I put them for safe keeping, outwitting myself with what at the time must have been sensible cunning. Still on the bright side when I read the first line I though you meant you had lost your id, which would make you a wonder to Freudians everywhere.
Palabras por RickB spat forth on el 27 de Marzo, 2007 at 10:34 AM
Ioanna dijo:
nez, i used to trip and fall (and injure myself) quite a bit until i figured out that it was my body trying to tell my mind to slow down and pay attention. the falls would always come before a nice juicy round of depression. once i clued in that this was what was happening, i could notice when i was being a bit more accident-prone and take care of myself a bit better with respect to the depression.
i can totally see this (your losing your ID) as a part of your identity issues that you've been working on. "you're not done with that work yet" is what you're trying to tell yourself.
alright, enough new age-y crap from me. i promise not try to psychoanalyze you again! good luck with the bureaucracy.
Palabras por Ioanna spat forth on el 27 de Marzo, 2007 at 11:39 AM
nezua limón xolagrafik-jonez dijo:
loanna, hi, thanks for your thoughts.
you know, it occurred to me. because i hate using that license. it has my old fake name on it, the last name. and i detest using it at all. now, you don't take years of Psych and work in the field of helping people understand their own motivations without applying it to yourself. you can look at it a few ways related to this, and i'm sure none of them are wholly off the mark. which is part of what makes it a little easier to deal with.
thanks.
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RickB, i do love Brazil. Yes, i think i outwitted myself. as i do so often. I sure am one smart cookie.
And i'm guessing i'd lose my head before i lost my "Id." :)
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Ill Do Chay, you are so right. I'm really burdening them, and the guilt is eating me alive.
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Erizzle, in the end, that's how I see it. Having "my papers" has never felt truly necessary to me. And I refuse to see it as such in my heart. And I think it is my heart that unstitches all my pockets.
Palabras por nezua limón xolagrafik-jonez spat forth on el 27 de Marzo, 2007 at 11:46 AM
Ill Do Chay dijo:
Well I too hate losing my papers. How are you supposed to prove that you are who you say you are, when you're trying to replace said papers? It's such a Catch-22, and more and more our paranoid society is demanding all those papers. How many forms of ID are we supposed to have, anyway? You end up so helpless, to a bureaucracy that cares...to make things difficult.
And thanks so much RickB. I found Brazil so disturbing. Brilliant, and thus disturbing. Gives me shivers right now. Better get my papers together for the A/C repair...
Palabras por Ill Do Chay spat forth on el 27 de Marzo, 2007 at 12:04 PM
RickB dijo:
Ill Do Chay- well if they give you any trouble, just switch the breathing tubes, a nice sewage shampoo for their trouble.
D'you think it's possible someone is now setting up a blog clone, stealing your identity, in fact maybe this is it?!!??!?
-cue 'Twilight Zone' theme.
Palabras por RickB spat forth on el 27 de Marzo, 2007 at 12:47 PM
defenestrated dijo:
I lost my social security card in high school, and never got it replaced, so every time I'm called upon to use my social sec number I'm stricken with the fear that next time, I won't be able to remember it and will never know it again. It's happened with an ATM pin, but they let you change those.
Palabras por defenestrated spat forth on el 27 de Marzo, 2007 at 07:03 PM
Zaecus dijo:
No worries.
Our government is very concerned about people who suffer under the burden of not being able to keep up with their state-issued identity, so plans are well under way to insure that you, and the many who share your affliction (including, at times, myself), will be supported by a system that can quickly retrieve your identity using only a fingerprint scan or, hopefully soon, a quick search based on your DNA.
They're so thoughtful and conscientious.
Palabras por Zaecus spat forth on el 27 de Marzo, 2007 at 11:00 PM