That was a weird movie (Lawnmower Man). In any case, this morning Suzanna discoverd that a rock had been thrown through the back window of her truck. It is surprisingly visceral, how the thought that someone maliciously destroyed your property, effects your body. You feel it in your gut, like being violated somehow. We didn't know if someone was targeting us, or if it was just a mean-spirited but random act by some teenagers, but we tried not to let it bother us, while we waited for a chance to call the cops and have them investigate. But it did bother us.
Then when the cops came (which I assumed would just be them notating what happened and telling us these kinds of things almost never get resolved.) they looked at the rock, and a second one on our driveway, and noticed that they had chunks taken out of them, like they had seen before with lawnmowers kicking up rocks. Long story short, or I guess, pretty short story short, they talked with our neighbor, found out that he had mowed his lawn the other day, and that he had some landscaping rocks that were of the same type, and so it seemed pretty likely that they solved the case. I suspect it was satisfying for them, and it was a huge relief for us. having a broken window by accident feels way better than being targeted by active malice. Kind of interesting, how that goes.
And perhaps taking the philosopher/psychology hat, how powerful a different it makes in one's experience, the stories we tell. We don't know for sure what happened, even now. the window is still broken. But we both feel way better, viscerally, just from having a different story we believe now.
I guess there are some practical elements associated with it: we were wondering if we had to take more safety precautions, get a security camera, etc., so it was a relief to not have to think about all that extra work. Still, the point remains, it's just a matter of what we believe, that changes one's internal state, and even physiological state, totally.
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