vintage dicta

i like where i live now. it's closer to friends and family, it's got a lot of stuff going on, and there's a lot to do here. but some things never change.

people (everywhere) are for the most part huge fucking assholes. it seems that over the weekend someone helped themselves to our bikes, which were in the garage. now i'm big on personal responsibility, so before you comment on this that i'm a hypocrite finish reading you fucking douchebag. i accept full responsibility for our bikes being stolen. i have a bike lock, and we meant to lock them up before we left and i forgot. they're in the back of the garage behind a hard top to a jeep, and they've been there unlocked for a month and it's been fine. but i forgot to lock them. so before you open your dumb ass mouth, i blame no one but myself for this.

that said, this is a great example of why i think people are fucking douchebags, completely unworthy of my time or respect until proven worthy. it's why i've always laughed at people who go out into the world to "help people" and "make a difference". fuck that. and i obviously understand that everyone is not this way. maybe not even most people (it depends on how minute a level and how philosophically deep you want to get into it). i treat new people with suspicion and distrust until they prove themselves worthy of something else (this in no way means that i go into meeting someone already not liking them or not giving them a fair shot. i do give them a fair shot. approaching someone new with suspicion is different than not liking them. why should i just trust someone random that i dont know anyway? that's stupid). i've done this for a large portion of my life, and i think it's worked out fantastically so far. i love my family and friends, and i think they're the best in the world. i'm careful, purposeful, and selective, but i dont just hate people for no reason. i'm indifferent to strangers, but i dont dislike them without provocation.

fuck it, i dont have to justify shit to a bunch of anonymous fuckers who read my rambling bullshit. all you need to know is that our bikes were stolen and it was my fault, but i'm still pissed about it (and feel justified in so being). even though i fucked up, it takes a real fucking asshole to steal shit. could've been anyone really.