Why I don’t require Word Verification

Moofruot and I have a lot in common. Probably more than either of us realizes, quite frankly.

When I was growing up (in the middle of nowhere), we had a gate that we would close and lock every night. Now, our closest neighbors were a good hectare away and I would wake up every time a car drove down the road, so it’s not as if we were in any great danger, but my parents forced my brother and me to close and lock the gate every night.

It was one of the most frustrating things in my life. I remember arguing with them time and time again that there was nothing to fear, but they never budged. They almost fainted when I started coming home late and would forget to lock the front door behind me.

The problem was in the disjunction between my belief that fear was worse than whatever was outside and their belief that any price they had to pay to prevent burglaries or robberies.

When we got our dog Mostazo (lit. Mustard), they would argue that we had to lock the door to keep him inside for the night. I told them that it was futile because he dug holes all around the perimeter and could leave whenever he wanted. My parents wouldn’t hear it, nor did I try debating that I thought it was mean to keep him locked up in our boring property when there were other dogs nearby he could play with.

*suspiro*

In all my years living in 813 Nogales, Happy Chappy, New Mexico, our house was burglarized twice. Both times they took slightly less than $500 worth of electronics and both times were before there was law enforcement in our town (seriously).
Both times were also part of a larger spree in the neighborhood. Both times were within the same month span.

This means that in the 15 years we’ve been in a town of 15,000 in New Mexico, we have only encountered one group of people who would seek to do us harm.

I saw this as a good sign and argued that if we acted on our fear, it would be worse than losing.

There are people out there who probably disagree with this, but then I’m arguing over how I wish to live my life. If you’d prefer to be safe and nervous than in danger and fearless, it’s up to you. The ideal would be safe and fearless, and there are some who would probably argue that locking the door gives you a sense of safety that you wouldn’t have if you didn’t lock the door.

but that’s just it!

If you fail to lock your door, you might feel nervous all day– as if you lost your safety– whereas I would just shrug and go about my business. I’m not attached to my possessions. Indeed, sometimes I feel like I have too many.

If you think I’m lying, ask my cousins who have gotten several game systems, a digital voice recorder, rechargeable batteries, and a digital camera from me over the years.
Or my friend Alethea who I gave a computer to in high school (which, again, made my parents quite angry).

And now, living in Sydney, people get angry at me for leaving my belongings unattended in groups of people for a half-hour at a time. But I argue that if I lose the damn things, it’s my own fault anyway. Furthermore, it’s not as bad as it seems. Possessions are weights.

But I’m not as naïve as I seem. There’s a psychological trick to doing that. There’s a certain size of group that governs itself in isolation. If I leave my bag unattended next to an individual, he might take it, if I leave it in a crowded mall, it might disappear, but in a cafeteria where everyone thinks everyone else is watching?

It’s as safe as if I’d locked the gate.

3 Comments

  1. You do realize I’m going to steal your bag, poop in it, and return it to where you left it next time you walk away while we’re all at the table.

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