My party was fun last night. Lots of people. I forgot to bring a camera. Oh well.
Someone stole my phone there at my party. There were a handful of people I didn't know, and who I wouldn't imagine actually knew anyone I invited. A couple real sketchy looking characters. Who knows if it was any of them, but someone stole my damn iphone. I payed 600 bucks for the thing. And now they have my phone. And they probably know who I am, and now they get to go through all of my texts and read all of my personal stuff. They can read all of my journal entries which I write in my phone, and so personal that they are only on my phone and not on blogger.
In a lot of respects I deserved it. I shouldn't have held an object so dear. It's just an object and it has nothing to do with anything that actually means anything, so in some ways, I deserved it. Little ego check there. I shouldn't have loved it so much, because it's just a physical thing. I'm aware of my faults in the situation, but I doubt if the thief is.
1 comment:
it's amazing, we all know how futile it is to place so much importance in to any physical item and yet we do it anyway. i feel ya on the handy thing, i feel as if i'd lost a limb if it were lost or worse stolen but i know i shouldnt be that materialistic. wow it's funny to me though your Blog was still well thought out and not a rage filled BF rant as most people probably would have.
oh yeah, Hi.
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