January 10th, 2023
Well… my car got stolen today.
Every time I see someone post about a hard time, I imagine what I would do in their shoes.
I do it even more when I think about my sobriety; I have to ask myself, “Would I stay sober through that?” I often questioned who I would become when a parent died. I’m okay being the person I am today.
But when something happens to a person’s property, interesting things happen. A liberal is suddenly revealed to be conservative all along; someone once considered “woke” was actually just wearing glasses with eyes painted on the lenses.
So who am I going to become?
Because I feel like just being myself.
I don’t think the majority of people are bad. I don’t think crime is any worse than it was a few years ago, ten years ago, a hundred years ago. I don’t blame anybody; I don’t even blame the people who stole my car.
It makes me sad. I think that whoever did it probably needs help, and it breaks my heart that they felt they had do this for whatever reason they have.
The officer I talked to said it was probably a youth, doing a social media challenge with Kias and Hyundais. I personally miss the days of the ice bucket challenge, but maybe I’m old-fashioned that way.
I’m not having a good day, but things could be worse. I have this dog and can you believe my luck? I hope you’re all hanging in there.
Today was not what I expected, and I’m sure there are headaches in my near future, but I don’t want to trust people less, because I think people need trust more than ever.