Oh, Cruel, Cruel World!

I could have easily given it back, instead of letting it eat me up inside. But even today, 20 years later, I feel a sharp pang of guilt whenever I use chap stick.

When I was ten, I licked my lips a lot. They would get so chapped that I'd have a raw, red arch under my nose. Well one day my friend, Janet, invited me to her house. Her mom offered to let me use her chap stick. She went to her purse, got it out, I used it, and she put it back in her purse. About 10 minutes later though, after I licked the chap stick off, I needed more but her mom wasn't in the room. So I nervously went over to her purse, put the chap stick on and right as I was going to put it back in the purse, she walked in. I quickly turned away and put it in my pocket, afraid that she would be angry I was in her purse without asking. I have no idea if she saw this or not or if she ever noticed that it was gone. Actually, if she had half a brain she probably figured out that I took it. But I'll tell you this...I held on to that chap stick for a few months after that. It killed me to look at it, and I couldn't throw it away because it wasn't really mine to trash. Every time I saw Janet's mom after that, I walked right past her with my head down. Ready to throw myself at her mercy at any given moment. Carrying a heavy burden of guilt on my shoulders that weighed my ten-year-old soul down like a ton of bricks.

So when we looked at our account tonight and found out that someone, somehow used $2,000 of our money at a flippin' Walmart (of all places), I started to wonder how someone could do that and still live with themselves! How do they sleep at night? Do they ever wonder about the kind of people they're stealing from? If those people have kids to feed? ....I doubt it. If you read my blog last month, you saw that I called the cops on some car thieves who were all arrested and now serving time. Between car thieves and having my account hacked into, I'm totally convinced the world is going mad. I don't know who to blame. That's a whole other discussion for a whole other blog. But I do believe in karma, or whatever you want to call it. You can't take something that's not rightfully yours and not have that come back around to you in some form. So maybe our money was stolen because I accidentally, permanently 'borrowed' some chap stick as a kid. But I tend to think Wes and I are good people in general, so this just pisses me off. And I hope whoever did it has some serious bad 'luck' in the near future. Herpes, small pox, flat tires, splinters, foreclosure, telemarketers, worts, pimples, bankruptcy, gonorrhea, diarrhea, and all other manner of crappiness is what I want to wish upon them. But I'm trying to stay positive. Hey. At least we had $2,000 for them to steal.