2-15-21

I believe—rather I fear—there is a deeper problem. 

I believe there may be a building resident that is a thief. A person that had to be in the building took horrible advantage of my wife and stole very valuable items that were in her care while I parked our car. So I advise some enhanced caution if the worst case fear has truth behind it.

A
(reading from a piece of paper)
Had to be my wife, my very valuable, horrible wife.
Enhanced caution begets worst case fears - I believe there may be a thief.
I believe there may be a building, I believe there is care, I fear horrible advantage.

A person that had to be fear—
While an item parked our car, I advised enhanced caution of the deeper problem.

The deeper problem: fear believes it is in the care of enhanced caution.
The case of the thief/resident/person, the case of ‘our.’

I fear the deep, the problem, the care.

Per my penultimate email, I called this tenant meeting to discuss the problem of the thief and the packages.

If the thief would please identify themselves? And return the very valuable items in their care? We can move on.

B raises their hand.

A
Yes, B? Are you the thief?

B
No. I think it would be helpful if we could get some more details on your message, so we can…better help you.

A
A person that had to be in the building took horrible advantage of my wife and stole very valuable items that were in her care while I parked our car.

B
You’re sure they had to be in the building?

A
She was standing outside, the door to her back, facing the street, practicing vigilance.
The items were behind her and then they were gone.
The items were gone and so the thief must have exited the building with stealth and taken the items from behind her back, horribly, and returned into the building.
I included a diagram in one of my emails.

B
I see.
What were the items?

A
I’d rather not say.
…I gave her horrible items.

B
You don’t have to feel guilt about the items.

A
I gave her very horrible items and she was taken advantage of.
And left.

B
She left?

A
She could’ve been stolen. By the thief.

B
But she’s gone?

A
She’s gone, yes.

B
Would you say she’s missing?

A
I’d say she’s done this before, alighted with our things and returned after a while, that’s her trick.

B
She’s a one-trick pony.

A
She’s a lot of trick ponies.
My wife will check into a separate hotel after going out for a juice on vacations, sweep my room of ties that I’ll find upcycled into a skirt at the back of our closet.

B
Is it possible that your wife is the thief?

A
The items were stolen before she left.

B
You saw it?

A
I felt it.

B
Ok.
I’m not sure what to tell you.

A
Tell me you’re the thief.

B
I am not the thief.
I’m not sure what to tell you when you have a fundamental distrust of those around.
Is this really about the thief? About the items?

A
Did you read the emails?

B
No.

A
SOMEONE HERE is out to hurt me, through the chipping away of my property, through the light tapping on my door, through making barely detectable sounds in my apartment so I have to get up at night and put on my glasses and have a look around to see if anyone’s in my unit. I want my items, is all, I deserve a peace of mind, a heartbreaking normalcy, a measly amount of calm like anyone else. The thief is out there—and I will find them.