who am I?

I had a pretty good handle on this. We won't go into details, but I was me, for most of my life. So I thought.

Now it turns out someone or things have been dipping into a me that includes credit card numbers and such. Kudos to the credit card company that caught this, early. But now I have to look into all sorts of stuff, of a monetary nature. The bank started an official police inquiry, but I suppose, after googling some info, I should also contact my local constable.

I always thought if the universe got all up in my face, confronted me with major questions, those questions would regard being and nothingness, my place and purpose on this earth, something metaphorical, rather than financial.

I'll let you know how this works out. No, I won't bore you daily. But I will provide some info to keep in your back pocket, should this ever happen to you. Steps to take, and so forth. Because, really. These guys, these guys -- they went trolling through rich waters of unprotected identities and the best they could find was this little fish?

And just to end with a mild rant -- when they caution not to give out your social security number (something I never do, out of habit) -- but please, are we fucking stupid? Everyone has access to our ssn -- it's on our school records, rental agreements, mortgages, tax forms, bank accounts, utilities -- might as well be on a billboard; anyone can grab it; doesn't take a Snowden or that pale guy, because it's everywhere.