ripped off again...
Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2007 7:04 am
I'm just here to vent...
a year ago someone broke into my truck and stole a 6 pack of beer and my cell phone. I was actually pretty cool about it and I was thinking "maybe the dude was hard up and really needed it" and I felt like I was well off enough that I could sacrafice a little to a person in need.
then the same month someone broke into my truck and tried to steal it. took the dash all appart and chizzled out the ignition.
I didn't freak out about that but it placed something in my heart that has been growing over the last year to the point to where I peak out my window more often than I should when I hear a sound outside. litterally I peak out my window at least once or twice a night while I'm just hanging out.
I've recignized that my lack of trust isn't healthy, so tonight when a dude right in front of my house says "hey buddy can I borrow your cell phone for a second, mind died on me" I thought to myself "this guy seems cool, you should trust him" it was me trying to rid myself of that distrust. so I handed him my phone and turned my back to grab my vaccumm (I'm a janitor) which was litterally right inside the door, 10 feet from the dude. I allowed myself to turn my back because I felt he was cool and I felt it was good for me to overcome my distrust it was actually a meaningful act in my own mind to allow myself to turn my back on him. for only 30 seconds out of my site and when I stepped back out on the porch he was gone.
so my guesture of trust and goodwill turned out to be a slap in the face which makes it hurt more than just a cell phone being taken. the cell phone isn't the point. the point is I'm losing all faith.
I wouldn't take a dollar from a billionaire. I'm a good person and I'm bairly getting by cause I'm starting my own business and all my money is going to that which is bringing me to bairly even eat properly. and some piece of shit takes my cell phone.
the camels back is broken I'm afraid.
a year ago someone broke into my truck and stole a 6 pack of beer and my cell phone. I was actually pretty cool about it and I was thinking "maybe the dude was hard up and really needed it" and I felt like I was well off enough that I could sacrafice a little to a person in need.
then the same month someone broke into my truck and tried to steal it. took the dash all appart and chizzled out the ignition.
I didn't freak out about that but it placed something in my heart that has been growing over the last year to the point to where I peak out my window more often than I should when I hear a sound outside. litterally I peak out my window at least once or twice a night while I'm just hanging out.
I've recignized that my lack of trust isn't healthy, so tonight when a dude right in front of my house says "hey buddy can I borrow your cell phone for a second, mind died on me" I thought to myself "this guy seems cool, you should trust him" it was me trying to rid myself of that distrust. so I handed him my phone and turned my back to grab my vaccumm (I'm a janitor) which was litterally right inside the door, 10 feet from the dude. I allowed myself to turn my back because I felt he was cool and I felt it was good for me to overcome my distrust it was actually a meaningful act in my own mind to allow myself to turn my back on him. for only 30 seconds out of my site and when I stepped back out on the porch he was gone.
so my guesture of trust and goodwill turned out to be a slap in the face which makes it hurt more than just a cell phone being taken. the cell phone isn't the point. the point is I'm losing all faith.
I wouldn't take a dollar from a billionaire. I'm a good person and I'm bairly getting by cause I'm starting my own business and all my money is going to that which is bringing me to bairly even eat properly. and some piece of shit takes my cell phone.
the camels back is broken I'm afraid.
