Easy Come Easy Go

My bike was stolen yesterday. That'll teach me to lean it against the front of my house and walk ten feet away to clean up some of the garbage cans for two minutes. It sucks when all your fears of your neighbors comes true. My trust in humanity as been taken down one more notch. When people bitch about how tough their life is, I will have that much less sympathy for them because for all I know they are the a-hole that stole my bike. This person probably felt justified in stealing my bike. They probably felt that I could just as easily buy another, and anyway I got it and all my other high-class possessions through my vast white privilege. They would be right. I'm sorry about that. I probably do have better connections than this bicycle thief. I got it from my neighbor who was moving out - for free. But I really needed that bike. Now I have to walk forty minutes to class every day (only for the next two weeks though). I just did my checkbook and tuition is due soon. I can't go out and buy another bike. Besides I don't really want a new one right now. What are you, Mr. Bike Thief, going to do with it? Will you sell it for ten dollars? You don't really need a bike to get around, or you wouldn't have either waited for weeks for me to screw up and turn my back or have seen the bike while walking by and took advantage of the opportunity. Maybe you will use that ten dollars to buy baby formula for your kid. Or maybe a small hit of crack. Good for you either way.

Anyway, thus ends my bicycle chronicles. I shouldn't bitch about it either. It wasn't that big of a loss. Maybe I can learn a lesson out of this - not only to look at other people with suspicion, but to look at my possessions with a grain of salt. They are only things.