ShitsInaBush
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Thought I'd share with you guys the turmoil I put myself through today. As the title hints to the ordeal that occurred today, how many of you have had that sick to your stomach feeling of losing an expensive knife? The feeling that creeps over you, you know, the one that practically makes you want to throw up while the panic sets in? Losing a $500 knife might just about drive anyone crazy.
I wish you guys could have seen how far I went down the rabbit hole of uncertainty. My mind was racing, I couldn't think straight and was trying to retrace my steps to no avail. I went through everything, and I mean everything, the entire damn dresser, the bed, clothes, the trash, called three stores to get a resounding no each time. I even went through the dog food bags that I opened up today, elbow deep into the dog food storage bags. Went outback for half an hour, wandering and swearing to myself as the panic kept building up. Anxiety like this is really no fun. After the third hour I was seriously dragging ass, my mood shot, I was starting to convince myself this one was a gonner. I was literally telling myself that I had to let this one go because it was nowhere to be found, and I was about to give up. It wasn't until after hour-five, I started to wander around the house, thinking about everything that I had done today. As I was looking into my stepson bedroom where we keep the printer, it dawned on me that I had printed out a shipping label for my Hinderer return. And low and behold, it was sitting right next to the printer. Holy hell what a relief, I felt like such an asshole though for allowing myself to sink into such a deep rut of melancholy. I can only laugh at myself now as I realize how easily this knife owned me. I seriously hope none of you ever have to go through this shitshow of an experience. But how many of you were able to find what you thought was lost? Anyone lose one for good?

I wish you guys could have seen how far I went down the rabbit hole of uncertainty. My mind was racing, I couldn't think straight and was trying to retrace my steps to no avail. I went through everything, and I mean everything, the entire damn dresser, the bed, clothes, the trash, called three stores to get a resounding no each time. I even went through the dog food bags that I opened up today, elbow deep into the dog food storage bags. Went outback for half an hour, wandering and swearing to myself as the panic kept building up. Anxiety like this is really no fun. After the third hour I was seriously dragging ass, my mood shot, I was starting to convince myself this one was a gonner. I was literally telling myself that I had to let this one go because it was nowhere to be found, and I was about to give up. It wasn't until after hour-five, I started to wander around the house, thinking about everything that I had done today. As I was looking into my stepson bedroom where we keep the printer, it dawned on me that I had printed out a shipping label for my Hinderer return. And low and behold, it was sitting right next to the printer. Holy hell what a relief, I felt like such an asshole though for allowing myself to sink into such a deep rut of melancholy. I can only laugh at myself now as I realize how easily this knife owned me. I seriously hope none of you ever have to go through this shitshow of an experience. But how many of you were able to find what you thought was lost? Anyone lose one for good?

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