Bikes Are People Too
I'm going tomorrow to look at Laurel's bike that she would lend me for the summer. I really just want my bike back. I would also like all the stuff that was taken from my room in the VY back.
It's funny that I left my door unlocked a million and 2 times during the school year and nothing was stolen. I leave it locked for a week while I go to Canada and my good part of my life is stolen.
Why would someone steal these things? That's not really a good question cause there are a million reasons, but it seems like a better question to ask than "why did they steal those things from me?" because the first one actually has an answer. I guess whomever it was either steals now because it's what they do and they don't care about the people they steal from or they thought I was rich enough to afford a new one since it was a decent bike.
I thought maybe I could look at this as an opportunity to start over, but I really just want my old stuff back. I don't want my parents blowing their money on me. I want to support myself and be independent, but I don't have time with my internship and RA stuff and everything else. In honesty I also don't want to grow up. All I want is one more free summer, like one where I could just up and leave on a road trip for a week or something, ya know? I hate money because I don't want to live dependent on it, but that's what I'm going to end up doing. I will have no squishy jobs. I will always struggle to make the bills and stay out of debt (if I ever get out of the debt I have from deciding to go to SVA).
But money is no object and you have to follow your dreams and stuff, right?
Yeah, I guess...
Until, of course someone steals the bike your dad gave you (the only symbol of generosity in relation to not being super-hard-core-stingy about money) that you've had since ninth grade...
FUCKER
It's funny that I left my door unlocked a million and 2 times during the school year and nothing was stolen. I leave it locked for a week while I go to Canada and my good part of my life is stolen.
Why would someone steal these things? That's not really a good question cause there are a million reasons, but it seems like a better question to ask than "why did they steal those things from me?" because the first one actually has an answer. I guess whomever it was either steals now because it's what they do and they don't care about the people they steal from or they thought I was rich enough to afford a new one since it was a decent bike.
I thought maybe I could look at this as an opportunity to start over, but I really just want my old stuff back. I don't want my parents blowing their money on me. I want to support myself and be independent, but I don't have time with my internship and RA stuff and everything else. In honesty I also don't want to grow up. All I want is one more free summer, like one where I could just up and leave on a road trip for a week or something, ya know? I hate money because I don't want to live dependent on it, but that's what I'm going to end up doing. I will have no squishy jobs. I will always struggle to make the bills and stay out of debt (if I ever get out of the debt I have from deciding to go to SVA).
But money is no object and you have to follow your dreams and stuff, right?
Yeah, I guess...
Until, of course someone steals the bike your dad gave you (the only symbol of generosity in relation to not being super-hard-core-stingy about money) that you've had since ninth grade...
FUCKER