Self-looting

““The purpose of life is to be defeated by greater and greater things.”
Rainer Maria Rilke

That being the case, apparently I am the greater thing. I was supposed to do something important today and..I forgot. And then it was too late. Fortunately I managed to humble myself enough that I was given a reprieve and got it done on the ‘do over’. Moral of the story: you are usually your own worst enemy.

As it turns out, you are also your own worst looter as well. We all have lovely stockpiles of food and supplies, along with a gun or two to protect those hard-earned supplies from the locusts, right? And yet who winds up doing the looting? Yourself, naturally. (Or the folks you share the house with.) You take a few batteries out of storage and never replace them, you pull some MRE’s for a hunting trip and fail to make a note of it, you grab a bottle of mouthwash off the shelf and don’t think to subtract it from your List. Thats how 99% of us get looted without a single disaster being declared.

Self-discipline, obviously, is whats called for. But if you live in a household with other humans, it can also be hard to convince them that, yes, it actually is important that you make a note of something when you take it out of storage.

It seems like no matter how meticulous I am, when I do an inventory there is always something that is off on the count. And I know it’s my own fault…at some point I was in a hurry, grabbed something, and thought “I’ll take care of that later” and later turns into … never.

As 2020 continues it’s donkey punches to our ‘nads, keep in mind that with our increased supplies and the perceived higher risk of needing them, now is not the time to be your own worst looter.

6 thoughts on “Self-looting

  1. Yup, kids keep raiding the canned meats stash. Even the ‘buy one to eat now, two to store’ isn’t fast enough to be gaining ground. I have to up my game.

  2. Lists of what I have and where don’t tend to work for me, not that they aren’t practical, just can’t seem to remember to write them down. I can however remember to buy extras when I shop, but then can’t remember “exactly” where I put them. Sort of like the lists, going into the house to write stuff down, can’t remember what I went in for, then get outside and can’t remember what it was I wanted to write down. Hell, I have a hard time remembering who the hell I am. Look inna mirror when I get up and wonder who the hell you are, and what am I doing in your house….. Can’t remember who I am or where I’m at but the important things like “where are the cookies” I do remember. Look inna cupboard, and if not there there’s some in storage….. Hey dumbass, there ain’t no damn cookies here…… OOOOPS!

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