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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 07:05 am (UTC)And cyber hugs are always welcome.