I guess I needed new clothes anyway :/

Winner BadgeI have just been lucky enough to be chosen to take part in a new involuntary program called the “clothing for the poor” garment redistribution program. It’s a really great program. Basically the way it works is that you leave a bag full of your clothing (although you must make sure it’s almost ALL your clothing) on the back seat of your car and then park it on a busy road in the leafy suburb of Newlands. Right next to the presidents house if possible.

Then, if you’re lucky enough, you get randomly selected and someone smashes the back window of your car and steals the huge bag leaving you almost literally with the shirt on your back.

Ok, now I’m going to get philosophical and anyone who’s looking for reasons to hate this country better stop reading.

I am rich. I have a friggen 2 litre polo that chugs petrol like a bergie downs Late Harvest. On the weekend I bought myself a new macbook even though my HP laptop is in perfect condition. I have an xbox and I shop at woolies. I live in a comfortable flat with high speed internet access and shiny kitchen appliances.

Why am I telling you this? Because when some people go through experiences like having all their clothing stolen they get negative and angry and lash out against the country, the government and the police (and/or whichever racial group they decide is responsible).

I am choosing to deal with this differently.

I am so incredibly privileged to be in a position where I can go to canal walk and punish my credit card buying new clothes, phone up my insurance company and get them to replace the window and carry on as if nothing ever happened.

Compare this to the situation that millions of South Africans face on a daily basis. No running water, buckets for toilets, shack fires that destroy every-last-thing they own and no way to protect (insure) themselves and their possessions from the ravages of crime.

Sure it sucks to have my stuff stolen, but I would be acting like a spoilt brat if I let this dictate my outlook on life for even a second.

I hope like hell that someone who needs them enjoys wearing my clothes.

The saddest thing… My Superfine (now called Civil Twilight) extremely limited edition (ie. We only made a few) shirt was in the bag. Guess that will be making someone else millions on ebay one day.


(In case you’re wondering about the image, I had some time on my hands waiting for the insurance people to call back)

(oh, and yes, I know I was HUGELY STUPID to leave a bag in my car. Thanks for reminding me)


13 thoughts on “I guess I needed new clothes anyway :/

  1. I felt the same way after my bag was stolen at Canal Walk. It was almost liberating in some freaky way to lose everything and start again fresh. Hey, it’s just stuff. Material stuff that can be replaced.

  2. ah yes, affirmative shopping.
    i was recently relieved of 1x plastic cat basket and 1 x pair of jumper leads… can only think it must have been telkom looking for a new source for copper wire and something to keep their tools in. 🙂
    i can think of better ways to spend a saturday morning than in glassfit – but as you say – there are worse things.

  3. Yep, it always helps to look at what you DO have and what others don’t. Still slightly annoying though.

  4. love the outlook – love even more the lack of the “they” element which seems pervasive in these kind of experiences. If more people thought like this there would be less of this to think about…

  5. Another wikid post.

    Ill preferably take the voluntary option, and openly give out what isnt needed anymore. The creeps outside love it. Ive clothed most of them. Although, as experienced, this is in no way payment for prevention of being attacked by them late in the evening 🙂

    btw if you have the money, why the credit card?

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