life after I the robbery.
so it' has been almost 3 days now after I got jacked.
I've been going through many thoughts.
I had thoughts of hate, forgiveness and indifference.
hate thoughts: Never trust black people on the streets. I wish can almost kill him. I want to kick him in his nut sac. I wish I run in to him on the street when I have a bat. etc.
forgiveness: maybe he's having a hard time, i hope he gets saved by reading the books in my backpack, Jesus would forgive him and love him.
indifference: whatever...
Well, my final thoughts are becoming finalized as the days go by.
The experience sucked, I didn't even get jacked at gun point. I didn't do anything crazy. The story I have is mediocre. I honestly wish it was bit crazier. If I'm going to get jacked I want at least a really fun story out of it but its just mediocre. That's ok.
Although, the experience was not of good nature I feel a bit liberated from my prison of technology. He took my laptop, wallet, and phone, those items were the three items that I carried with me everywhere, everyday. When I leave my house in the morning, I make sure I have those three things. I was chained to them. I couldn't leave my phone anywhere else, i panicked if I don't know where my laptop is, if I lose my wallet I want to die. I didn't lose anything, I just got jacked. It's hard to explain but the feelings of losing something and being jacked is different. I'd rather be jacked than lose something.
When you lose something, you still have this dirty little hope inside of you that you will find it... This mystery of where it could've gone, who could've took it? did I leave it at that one place? no closure.
When you're jacked, you see your stuff walking away on another man's back. That's it. no questions of I wonder if it'll come back, where could it be? IT's DONE. IT's GONE.
Man, being jacked sucks.
I dont know who I am anymore.
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