I tried to report a crime today, I went down to the police station and explained that some things of mine had been taken. It was not the crime of the century, and no one was badly hurt. So given the police cuts recently I was surprised at how empathetic they were to my plight. Energy, motivation, determination, personality, creativity and my optimism had all been taken. I didn’t even notice it happening, it must have happened at some point over the last few nights.
Whilst the police were understanding, there wasn’t much they could do. Primarily because it is a factious story, but also because there were no signs of a break in. No bruises and no broken bones, no sign of damage at all. To add to that there were not even any traces of foreign DNA either.
So in summary, there are no leads. I have my own list of suspects, and depression is at the top of the list. Unfortunately depression is an elusive character, and even if the police could find them, they have no evidence of any wrong doing. I thought my lack of personality must count for something – they told me I appeared to be my normal self*.
It is another bad day.
There is a police force there for when physical things are taken but when they’re in your mind, it is no longer a concern for society. Or it only becomes important to society if you pay someone enough to care. Either that or you wait 6 months for an appointment – always the sign of great care.
“Help! Someone has stolen my car!”.
“No problem sir, we totally understand, and we’ve set you up an appointment with an assessment liaison officer for 6 months time. They will then decide whether to get the actual police on the case – but don’t you doubt us, we will do whatever it takes to catch them”.