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Feb. 6th, 2007 08:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
brigdhMy bag was stolen today.
I did not think, at first, that it had actually been stolen, mainly because I could not imagine anyone bothering to sneak into a supposedly-secure classroom building, wander around the upper floors until discovering a lab full of noisy people, and dig through a pile of coats and purses to steal only my battered, ancient, plastic bag with a broken zipper, but apparently this is what someone would do.
I still didn't mind much once it became obvious someone else hadn't picked up my bag by accident or kicked it behind a chair, because I'd had less than ten dollars in cash in my wallet, only one credit card which was easy enough to cancel, and I'd needed to buy a new bag anyway.
It wasn't until I started having to fill out a report with the security guards that I realized just how much stuff I've lost. A lot of it is little things; annoying to replace but not worth much: hats and gloves, an umbrella, articles and notes for classes, notebooks of half-written stories and ideas, the expensive lip balm I bought just this morning in an attempt to break the habit of biting my chapped lips until they bleed. But other things are harder to get by without: my passport (along with every single other piece of ID I own, but the passport's what will be hardest to replace), the keys to my apartment. And things that I can't replace, because I couldn't afford to buy them the first time, things that were gifts: my digital camera, my ipod. Clearly I should just not own an ipod, because my first one broke in barely a year, and I didn't even have this one for that long.
And people kept telling me how sorry they were, and what could I do but shrug and smile and say, "it wasn't your fault"? Because it's not like anything I lost was vital, or irreplaceable; none of it's really anything but spoiled middle-class toys. But I am upset. I want my things back, and I want to say how not fair it is that only my stuff was stolen, though I know how utterly inappropriate the concept of 'fair' is to the whole thing, and it's not like I want anyone else to have been stolen from too.
I was terribly calm and amused all through the rest of classes today, but now I say to you, o livejournal people: God! I am so upset and pissed off! I shouldn't cry over an ipod, but I really, really want to.
I did not think, at first, that it had actually been stolen, mainly because I could not imagine anyone bothering to sneak into a supposedly-secure classroom building, wander around the upper floors until discovering a lab full of noisy people, and dig through a pile of coats and purses to steal only my battered, ancient, plastic bag with a broken zipper, but apparently this is what someone would do.
I still didn't mind much once it became obvious someone else hadn't picked up my bag by accident or kicked it behind a chair, because I'd had less than ten dollars in cash in my wallet, only one credit card which was easy enough to cancel, and I'd needed to buy a new bag anyway.
It wasn't until I started having to fill out a report with the security guards that I realized just how much stuff I've lost. A lot of it is little things; annoying to replace but not worth much: hats and gloves, an umbrella, articles and notes for classes, notebooks of half-written stories and ideas, the expensive lip balm I bought just this morning in an attempt to break the habit of biting my chapped lips until they bleed. But other things are harder to get by without: my passport (along with every single other piece of ID I own, but the passport's what will be hardest to replace), the keys to my apartment. And things that I can't replace, because I couldn't afford to buy them the first time, things that were gifts: my digital camera, my ipod. Clearly I should just not own an ipod, because my first one broke in barely a year, and I didn't even have this one for that long.
And people kept telling me how sorry they were, and what could I do but shrug and smile and say, "it wasn't your fault"? Because it's not like anything I lost was vital, or irreplaceable; none of it's really anything but spoiled middle-class toys. But I am upset. I want my things back, and I want to say how not fair it is that only my stuff was stolen, though I know how utterly inappropriate the concept of 'fair' is to the whole thing, and it's not like I want anyone else to have been stolen from too.
I was terribly calm and amused all through the rest of classes today, but now I say to you, o livejournal people: God! I am so upset and pissed off! I shouldn't cry over an ipod, but I really, really want to.
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Date: 2007-02-07 03:44 am (UTC)*laughs* That is an excellent curse, and one I join in on wishing on the thief. Though nearly everything in them also existed on my computer, so most of what was lost irrevocably was characters sketches and random thoughts rather than complete stories, which would have broken my heart.