Granted, it is very possible, likely even; that I have perhaps jumped the gun by posting a "hate/warning" post on Facebook about the less than desirable circumstances of my recent bank account hack.
True, it is slightly more than a bummer, I will most likely NOT get to whoop said ass, in addition to most likely not get to sue them in court. As painful and disappointing as both of these prospects are, the bank is claiming to do dutifully do their their job and the money will be replaced and I will most likely not catch a case. In the end, my biggest struggle will be with my own ego, pride and not allowing this particular invasion of privacy kick up old shit.
Unbeknownst to me, my subconscious loves these kinds of life out takes. Normal life on life's terms occurrences that happen to everyone suddenly become only about me; special needs me, woe is me, why me etc.. The pristine opportunity for me to act out on prosaic behaviors due to an isolated, (in my head anyway) situation that has happened and even worse, my head uses it as an excuse to bring up and if it's successful, wallow in old issues, hurts ad haunts.
I say piss off to the entire head committee and the local incestuous relationship occurring in Egg Harbor/ PA amongst the hackers who nailed me. Who the fuck spends $80 at a fucking Spirit Halloween unless their 15, are looking to consume Mad Dog Banana Red 20/20 and attending "Bobbi Lee's" party while his Nana is away? I won't even mention the other charges. Assfucks.
As much as I would love to perform Asian war torture tactics on these fucks, admittedly, I have already spent WAY too much time devising fantasy plans and is keeping me from, oh I don't know, acting like a human being? So I am going to attempt to put it down for now, but who knows.......
