NOBODY likes a thief.
Originally, I had planned to celebrate the official arrival of fall with a fun "summer highlights" post. You know, a cheerful #throwbackthursday type thing with some pretty pictures and a fist pump at the end to show how I excited I am about what's coming up next.
But I'm not really in the mood to write that anymore.
kind of pissed.
Someone thought it was ok to let their self into my car and take one of my most valuable possessions - my camera.
I hate you, thief.
And worse, I pity you.
I pity you because a thief is always alone.
Who do you trust? Who can you confide in? Who can you count on?
If I had to guess the answers to those questions, I'd say no one. Because most people will agree that stealing from others is wrong. Which means you can't trust those people. They might judge you if they knew what you did. Nobody wants to help a thief. And that's the best case scenario. On the other end of the spectrum, they might turn you into the authorities and force you to face the consequences of your wrongdoings. And let's be real, the kind of person who's sneaking around at night taking things that don't belong to them is not the kind of person who faces consequences with dignity.
So where does that leave you? Chumming around with other like-minded thieves? A den of noble thieves might be a cute literary trope but it doesn't really work like that in real life, does it? You may find yourself in the company of other thieves or similarly disdained scum, but it's not because you've "got each other's backs, bro," despite whatever heartwarming crime drama you've been watching on tv lately would have you believe. Because you're all alike enough to know that it's only a matter of time before you're holding onto or standing in the way of something they want more than your sweaty high fives and they'll stab you in the back, figuratively or literally, to get their hands on it.
Sounds pretty fucking sad and lonely.
So you know what, go ahead. Keep my camera. I hope you enjoy whatever adrenaline rush you get from underselling it to some pawn shop or ignorant craigslister.
Because I have a multitude of things in my life that are far more valuable than that camera, and I'll be damned if you can take them from me.
I have people in my life that I can trust. That I can confide in. That I can turn to when I need help. People I can count on to be there when I need them most. People in my life that won't steal the things I've worked hard for. People that will laugh and cry with me. People that will forgive me when I am less than my best. People that will encourage me to be better than my best. People that are worth having in my life.
And I try to be someone worth having in theirs in return.
But you don't know anything about that, do you, thief? Because all of those things involve something that no thief has - respect. For others or him/herself.
So, as I was saying, enjoy sitting alone with your spoils, looking for the next shady shortcut to take. (Hint: they all lead to dead ends.) I'm done giving a fuck about you. I'm going to take a moment to be grateful for all of the wonderful things (ie people) in my life, and then I'll find some way to (lawfully) acquire a new camera. After all, it's hard to be a photographer without a camera.