Guys... I'm in one of the worst moods right now... Words can't describe the sentiments and thoughts that are going through my body and my mind right now...
I went to Second Cup on Parc Av. to study for my Art Final.
While I was reading my books, someone stole my schoolbag with my laptop from right next to me while I wasn't looking...
It was a $3,000 macbook pro, it had all my school work, all my artwork (This isn't the first time my fucking artwork gets stolen), all my writting... Fuck.
There are 3 security cameras pointing at where I was sitting... I hope they caught this guy's face. I gotta file a police report and get a copy of the surveillance tapes... This is so inconvenient.
I had all my notes in there, and when it got stolen I was so rattled that I couldn't even study anymore. I had anxiety all night and I felt so fucking vulnerable, it was the shittiest feeling. I was up until 4:30AM just pacing around my living room and thinking about the whole mess. My exam is at 2:00PM today... Thank god its essay questions and I can just bullshit my way through them...
All I could think is that this is bad karma... I had a lot of revelations last night. This whole scenario really changed me as a person.
I've decided not to feel sorry for myself. There's much more worse shit that can happen out there, these are just material things I suppose. What bothers me most is that I'm not your typical spoiled rich kid who happened to be socializing and shit at Second Cup. I'm a hard worker, I worked over 60 days and 300 hours to pay for that thing, and I pay for my school tuition and my books and all that shit, I know what it means to work hard for what you want. What bothers me is not that I was robbed, but the pricipal and injustice of the whole matter. I'm an honest person, I live a life of high integrity and I'm extremely proud of the reputation I have with the people who I know, and for me to work so hard to get something, and then in an instant have it taken away from me... This changed me.
We take what we have for granted, but we never really realize how fragile and how easily things can change for us.
I swear, the vulnerability I felt last night made me sick. This is a big lesson in empathy...
I know there's something to be learned from all this. I'll follow up in future blogs.
I went to Second Cup on Parc Av. to study for my Art Final.
While I was reading my books, someone stole my schoolbag with my laptop from right next to me while I wasn't looking...
It was a $3,000 macbook pro, it had all my school work, all my artwork (This isn't the first time my fucking artwork gets stolen), all my writting... Fuck.
There are 3 security cameras pointing at where I was sitting... I hope they caught this guy's face. I gotta file a police report and get a copy of the surveillance tapes... This is so inconvenient.
I had all my notes in there, and when it got stolen I was so rattled that I couldn't even study anymore. I had anxiety all night and I felt so fucking vulnerable, it was the shittiest feeling. I was up until 4:30AM just pacing around my living room and thinking about the whole mess. My exam is at 2:00PM today... Thank god its essay questions and I can just bullshit my way through them...
All I could think is that this is bad karma... I had a lot of revelations last night. This whole scenario really changed me as a person.
I've decided not to feel sorry for myself. There's much more worse shit that can happen out there, these are just material things I suppose. What bothers me most is that I'm not your typical spoiled rich kid who happened to be socializing and shit at Second Cup. I'm a hard worker, I worked over 60 days and 300 hours to pay for that thing, and I pay for my school tuition and my books and all that shit, I know what it means to work hard for what you want. What bothers me is not that I was robbed, but the pricipal and injustice of the whole matter. I'm an honest person, I live a life of high integrity and I'm extremely proud of the reputation I have with the people who I know, and for me to work so hard to get something, and then in an instant have it taken away from me... This changed me.
We take what we have for granted, but we never really realize how fragile and how easily things can change for us.
I swear, the vulnerability I felt last night made me sick. This is a big lesson in empathy...
I know there's something to be learned from all this. I'll follow up in future blogs.