This week has been really shitty. Sorry, I mean, it has. Sunday, my car was broken into and some coward decided to steal my purse. Now, I know somebody out there is shaming me because I was dumb enough to leave my purse in the car, but it was an honest mistake, I’m human. So please, spare me.
Yes, at the end of the day, cards can be replaced, Thank God the idiot decided to throw all of my identification on the ground and not take that, as well. But it’s the thought of being violated that bothers me the most. Violated. To have all of my belongings, literally, snatched from me without any say so or control of the situation. Some of those things were materialistic, but others were precious memories … mementos that I carry with me. This sense of panic comes over me as I sit here and type these words, but at the end of the day, my words are all I have … and I have to share them with somebody.
I lost my credit cards, bank cards, money, makeup …. medication. Medication, for goodness sake. I mean, who in their right mind would even do such a thing?
I can’t describe how I’m feeling because there are so many thoughts that plague my mind, I could hardly begin to pinpoint just one. My purse is…my home away from home, my life, my sanctuary. To think that it was in the hands of some unknown assailant is unbearable – terrifying to say the least because this person now holds key information about my life in the palm of THEIR hands. I thank God I wasn’t in my car that night, because this situation could have taken a different turn, but after all is said and done, I’m now forced to ensure my identity is protected at all costs. I’m now forced to fight for new medication, since the meds I had now needs to be replaced, and let’s face it, I have to go buy new Fenty lipstick because sis (Rihanna) will get all my coins, literally.
I’m trying to find humor in such a stressful time and quite frankly it isn’t working, but I know with time I’ll start to feel better. To the coward who decided to steal everything because you have nothing better to do with your pathetic life just remember: I paid $24 for that lipstick so you better use every bit that’s left.
But trust me, all that makeup can’t hide ugly.