Lost and Found
I’ve lost my social security card and my birth certificate. I’ve been in denial about losing both at the same time, but they’re really missing. Though I remember getting them both back a year ago from the Spanish embassy when I got my Visa. And don’t be a Peg and give me shit about not having known where the keys to my identity have been for almost a year. I mean, I still have my passport and my (old) license. Imagine if I had lost either of those; I’d be stuck sober for weeks. That’s a bigger fear than someone possibly having my social security card. At least I can drink myself into a stupor to take my mind off of it. I’ve been going on a rampage (for the past four days) of looking for them. And on the way, I found my map of Amsterdam, that I used to get from Anne Frank’s House back to my hotel, my plane tickets to Morocco, Amsterdam and Barcelona, and my guides to Lisbon and Fatima. While losing my social security card and birth certificate are shitty, they’re replaceable; losing a map to the cheapest and/or best coffee shop* in Amsterdam is not. And that my friends, is called putting things in perspective.
*Yup. Coffee Shop. Oh like you wouldn't go if you had the chance...Whatever.