I know I haven’t written in a while. I haven’t been feeling inspired lately. I was having trouble finding something to write about (and still am to some degree). For the last little while, I have been feeling like the universe was against me, like the universe had a dead or alive warrant out for me. I don’t want to get into the nitty gritty details because I feel like I’ll just be welcoming more negative energy into my life. But I will share this…
I had a friend over on Friday, she is such a great person, so motivational and made me feel empowered and ready to take on the world. She’s an extremely fit and healthy person and I had admitted to her that while in my rut I had not worked out and found myself watching terrible daytime television day after day. Through this conversation, I had committed to running at least 3 times between last Saturday and this upcoming Saturday. I went for a run yesterday morning and had no plans of running this morning. That was until I caught myself staring out my window discovering that one of my rear tires was flat. Side note: I’m convinced it’s due to stray nails left behind on every street in the city as they’re all under construction. This would be the 3rd time I’ll have to change my tires in the last year and a half. I want this comped! End rant.
So, I recognized the Negative Nancy within coming out and I wanted to nip her arrival in the bud, she often overstays her welcome. I decided to go for an afternoon run. There’s a nice track across the street from my place, I always go there. I arrived with my water bottle and sunglasses in tow and left them on the picnic table as I always do. Off I went on my run. It was nice, relaxing, I felt the stresses of the past week wicking away with every bead of sweat. There were several others around, playing catch with their dogs, there always is, I’m in the Beach, it’s somewhat of a prerequisite to the neighbourhood. Nearing the end of my run, the last man and dog had left, I had my eye on him his entire visit, I got a bad vibe from him. As I was nearing the picnic table where I had placed my Ray Ban’s and water, I got a feeling that something was missing, approaching the table I saw that my Ray Ban’s were no longer there. I found myself heartbroken at first, admitting defeat (clearly Negative Nelly was not entirely out of my system). Seconds later, I felt something come over me, I mean, those glasses weren’t cheap, I wore them nearly every day and heck, you don’t take something from me (or anyone for that matter). So what did I do? I sprinted to catch that man.
I ran up my street and onto Queen frantically searching for this man and his dog. A short time later, I was out of breath and right behind him. What transpired was a release of some pent up anger that was unleashed on a not-so-innocent victim.
Me: “Excuse me, did you happen to pick up a pair of sunglasses from the table at the track.”
Him: “Oh, ummm, why yes I did. Let me see here.”
At this point he’s digging through his bag of thieved goods and I catch myself imagining what other items he has in there. A diamond ring? A Coach purse? A poopy diaper?
Him: “Here you go. I’m so glad someone claimed them. It would be a shame to have lost these.”
Me: “They were not lost. In fact, I purposely wrapped them around my water bottle so no one would assume they were left behind. You know, I thought this was a safe neighbourhood, where I didn’t have to worry about things being stolen from me in front of my own eyes, you, sir, have proven me wrong. I hope you’re happy with yourself and your bag of stolen trinkets.”
And with that, I pivoted and marched on. I mean, who does that? I did think that I should be grateful that he returned my sunglasses and just went on with my life. But no, I wanted him to know that collecting other people’s belongings is not some sort of acceptable quirk. I felt like this was another attempt from the universe to make me cry. You know what, universe? No more tears for you. I kicked your butt today via a thief and I will not have you taking anymore happiness from me.
So there.
