Heading into the subway at the start of our day, I was pickpocketed and we lost all the money we had on us, with barely enough to get back home.
All our plans were ruined, and I had to worry about ID theft the day before Christmas.
We were angry, frustrated, stressed, and pissed off. But we were together. So we allowed ourselves time to vent, to let it out of us, and then we walked around the city, stopping at places where we could explore without paying–like walking through an antique bookstore, a Judaica shop, and an art gallery.
Shitty things happened, and they always will, but we made it through.
To the person who stole my wallet yesterday while on the subway in Mexico City with my fiance, I’m sorry. I don’t know why you felt the need to reach into my pocket as the crowd shoved its way into the train car and take what was not yours, but I pray there was a good reason–perhaps your kids are starving and you can’t find a job, perhaps a loved one is sick, perhaps you never learned the difference between right and wrong.
For each of these things, you cannot be blamed, and I am sorry.
For the sake of introduction, I feel I should say something. However, it is not in me tonight. I’ve had a long day. From studying, to studying, and all the myriad things in between I just don’t feel like talking about, I never thought the day would become so drawn out. I’m glad I’m here, to finally put my mind on something tangible, something sensible. Some days these things just seem lacking in general. Some days you just know what I mean.