There are moments in time when you find yourself standing off to the side of life wondering if that really just happened to you. Recently, my life has been a lot like that. For example, I was burglarized on Christmas Day...which just seems surreal and like something that you would watch on the ten o'clock news. Then there was dealing with the insurance...which wasn't too bad, but still. And finally, there is the fact that I am now scouring internet sites and pawn shops looking for my wedding ring set.
There's the rub people. These assholes didn't just get away with my electronics (which hurts but isn't devastating), they also took my wedding rings and the heirloom jewelry that my grandmother left to me when she died. This is horrendous and I think it is a sign of what our society is coming to when people steal irreplaceable stuff just so that they don't have to work an honest eighty hours a week like the rest of us. My question is, "What makes them so f*cking special, huh?"
I'm serious, what is so bad in their life that they cannot go to work like the rest of us and put in their part to the daily grind? Everyone has bad memories in their childhood and nearly everyone has moments in their life that they wish they could erase, but that doesn't mean that we are entitled to steal possessions from other people, use drugs, or cause other mayhem. I'm tired of people being too weak to deal with their trauma. I'm tired of the excuses that they offer to the world on why they do stupid shit that hurts other people. I'm tired of feeling like I'm the only responsible person left in this world....
