Earlier tonight one of my good friends confessed to stealing thousands of dollars via shoplifting when we were all in high school. I find this outrageously juicy and entertaining. It sort of makes me feel more human in a way. I always thought I was the only one hiding some very scandalous secrets and doing some dangerous behaviors, but it turns out we were all acting like criminals. I think we all steal things in one way or another. Whether we steal moments by not fully participating in them, or by robbing each other of the opportunities to help one another. Unfortunately we don't get to look as dashing as Cary Grant in To Catch A Thief, the lack of fashion and glamor makes it all seem a lot more common. I think we steal more then we realize: music, coffee refills, silver ware from IHOP. Alright, maybe the last one is just me, but still, you know what I mean. But there are also things we steal in a metaphoric sense, like minutes and moments and entire chunks of life. It's easy to say that certain people have stolen chunks of my life away from me, but that sounds so pathetic. It's just odd to realize that someone only thought of you as a shiny diamond to snatch, and not a trusty watch to wear on the daily. You end up feeling robbed, as if they stole a couple months of your life. Which is ironic to me because I always wanted a guy to steal me away from everything, but not in the hostage kind of way. These days, I go back and forth between wanting to be stolen away and wanting to be left along in my display case. Silently working on becoming more shiny in hopes to become a long lasting time piece.
why do queers always go for the diamonds...they're friggin stupid.
three days till Black Friday
oh, and I stole this picture from The Sartorialist. I wouldn't mind him stealing me.
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