Setting aside the fact that I’m a hateful person by nature I believe that I have justification to hate even more as of the recent and inherent events of this college. I don’t really feel like beating around the bush, basically this college filled to the brim with thieves. Since day one here I heard way too many stories of possessions being stolen though I believed in positive human nature and decided that those claims in this “diverse” school were completely preposterous. So in the course of two weeks here I have had a one hundred and fifty dollar Christian Audiger sweater stolen from me as well as a four hundred dollar cell phone. The worst part is how each happened. The sweater was in my psychology class when I went to go speak with my friend in the other row while leaving my bags in my seat. I come back and my sweater is gone. It isn’t so much that the sweater was stolen or its monetary value. It was the fact that it was freezing outside because all I had under it was a thin t-shirt, also coupled with the fact that it had been a present from my sister whom I do not see very often. The cell phone incident happened when I was at the gym and I left my cell phone as well as mp3 player and towel by the treadmill I was using and had only moved away for less than thirty seconds in order to get a drink from the water fountain nearby. Now this wouldn’t be that awful of an event in and of itself and nothing that a new phone couldn’t fix really. However it was the fact that I got in contact with this scum of the earth by calling my cell and he having picked up and requested twenty dollars and told me to meet him in front of the school at four thirty, I told him I was going to meet him there. Though in my head I knew I wasn’t going to be paying for something that is mine. Me being a second degree tae kwon do black belt, three year high school varsity wrestler and now a training MMA fighter, decided that I would ask for my phone back, and if he wouldn’t give it back I would simply reenact the scene from American History X and tell him to bite the curb. Or I would simply just beat his face into the side of the building. At the time this seemed completely logical. I don’t care if this statement means to some psychiatrist that I am violent, because I am not in the slightest. It simply the face that I am reclaiming what is mine and what has been stolen from me. I have no patience for crooks or thieves, and I especially will not let one intimidate me or try to extort money out of me. I have never in my life taken that kind of treatment and I’m not about to start. The next day I go to the meeting spot. I wait for twenty minutes. I wait some more. He doesn’t show up. Needless to say I’m still angry. So I decide I’m going to be civil about this. I got the phone tracked and found the numbers he called using it. I gave the information to the police and they told me I should expect to have it back within a week. This whole stealing of a phone wouldn’t be a problem had I not made plans with my girlfriend for dinner that day to meet at the café at eight thirty. Long story short, we got into a terrible fight because she thought I stood her up and from that point the proverbial shit storm started. So thanks asshole wherever you are, you cost me $400 and at this point my relationship of more than nine months.
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im sorry but this is irrevelant. one of my fav movies is American histoy X. lol. but i feel you to. in High school i got 2 ipods stolen within 2 years…including my phone but i got that back.
i feel your pain. i have had a lot of things stolen from me in the past. my cell phones have been stolen, my house got robbed and someone is probably planning to rob it again. i can perfectly understand your reasoning to beat the shit out of him. the feeling is mutual. i have reached a point where if i catch someone stealing something from me, i wouldnt think twice about smashing their head with a hard object. i am a nice, easy going guy. i am very tolerant and patient and i get along with everyone. i dont create tension with anyone. but if someone has stolen something from me, or some sort of the matter,then all that is gone. that to me person is as good as garbage. im not violent, and i wouldnt like to be considered violent but rather defensive. i know how you feel.
i had the razr when it first came out, back when it was $500, i loved it because it was far more advanced than all the other phones back then. i was careful with it and everything. one day while walking home from school with a friend, my friend wanted to call his mom for something. i knew he was careless with stuff but being the nice guy i am, i let him use it. while walking, he flashes the phone around for fun and everyone notices. right when he was about to hand it back to me, someone sneaks up from behind and snatches the phone and runs away. i chase after him but he hops into a bus. i was a freshman then. later on in the year, my house gets robbed. you literally couldnt see the floor because everything was turned inside out. a lot of our stuff was stolen. according to the neighbors, a molly maid car was parked in front of our house. the neighbors thought we ordered maid service but we hadnt. one of the robbers left a gatarode bottle and a cap in the house. we got the guy a year later. later on in high school, my cell phone got stolen again. this time it was while i was changing in the locker room. but i knew who had stolen it and i knew he wouldnt give it up if i asked him right away. so i went to the dean and i told him what i was going to do. i blamed his best friend, the dean accepted it and we had to cops ready to come. the other guy gave it up the next day. a week later i set a garbage can full of water and tilted it up so it was leaning on his front door. i just wish i couldve seen their reaction when they opened the door. recently, we remodeled our house from the ground up. there is this guy that just moved into the neighborhood. he starts stealing our stuff. its just a few small things so its nothing to make a big commotion about, but we have our eye on him. while remodeling our house, this guy is always peeking in through the wooden barrier we have. later he asks the workers if he could get a tour of the house and they let him in because they think hes an old neighbor. Now that we finished and moved back in, we always see that he walks his dogs like 12 times a day, just so he has a reason to stop and look inside our house. If he notices us looking at him, he casually walks away. He probably has something planned. if anything does happen, his house and car are getting trashed