Today is: Sunday
Today’s Rating: 5.6
Time I Awoke: 2pm
Last Beverage: Kirkland Waterbottle
Last Song Heard: Pursuit of Happiness – Kid Cudi
Time for a TOT:
I was in the library, which is a place I guarantee you will never find me on any given day. It just happens that I have to get an article from an encyclopedia and there is no way around that via the Internet. So my girlfriend and me are in the library reading through some books trying to find relevant articles to our subject. As we are searching, I am getting super sidetracked by everything. Like I mean I am reading… every now and then… but I am also looking around a lot. In my defense, I have never really been in the library and my surroundings were completely new to me, so I was a little bit distracted. Now. This is where the weird part comes into play. I am sitting in a room with windows for walls. Meaning you can see right through, as they are glass. And I look up and I see at least 3 guys in front of me at a little cubicle thingy that they have for people to work on in the libraries. Anyone who has been to a library knows what I’m talking about. I can say that now because I’ve been to one. Anyways, (I’m ruining the tone, this post is serious.) RIGHT as soon as I saw these guys, I had a…I don’t wanna say “bad feeling” but that’s along the lines of what it was so lets go with it. I saw them and had the worst feeling about them. I don’t really know why because they weren’t doing anything wrong and they looked just like anyone else here. And so whatever, I disregard it even though I am SUPER hesitant. Its almost as if I knew something was up. But nothing gave me any reason to think so, so I put it off. Then I read. I notice them leaving sort of but I’m still reading. Not even 30 seconds later a girl comes running into the transparent-walled room and says “oh my gosh, did you see anyone around that cubicle?” and sure enough she points to the cubicle that the guys were standing at. My girlfriend had not seen anything at all so she said no, and then I replied, “yeah, I did.” She says “OH my GOSH, do you know where they went?! They stole my MacBook!”
Now let me stop for a second. I am a MacBook owner myself, and I know I would be absolutely raged if this happened to me. (Which I would never let. Ever.) But it doesn’t matter that it was a MacBook. Think about it, your laptop is your LAPTOP! It is your life! You use it almost every day if not daily. You are constantly learning things with it, changing it, and personalizing it, working on it. Your photographs from your vacation are on it, all of your notes and essays. All of your files and folders and music and movies and… the list goes on! Having someone steal that from you is like someone breaking and entering your house, taking it over with you being locked out forever and they can do anything they want. They can sell it and earn lots of money off you. It’s just horrendous.
Back to the story, when she said that I was instantly angry at myself because I knew they were up to something, I just didn’t know what. They seemed sketchy to me. Not to my girlfriend, not to the other girl in the window-wall room. Not to anyone else who saw them there in that library. I could have easily helped this poor girl by simply preventing it. But in all honesty, I never even saw her sitting there. Nor did I see her leave to go to the washroom. All I saw was the dudes standing there. Anyways, she gets me to tell front desk and such so I do and they send a “Special Constable”. For those of you who don’t know, this is campus police. The cop comes and he is one that I have had previous involvement with (another story for another day). He doesn’t remember me, but he gets my information again which is awkward. He gets me to describe the guys I saw and show him where I was sitting and all that. Then the lady at the front desk says she thinks she remembers a group of guys coming into the library and one of them dropping off a book. So I was like “okay, then check the last borrower of that book and you’ll have the guy?”
I watch them do this on the computer screen and it shows a name that matches the ethnicity of the group of guys that I described. I point out that the name seems like it would match one of the guys in that group who were there and that was pretty much my spotlight moment.
The point of this story is that I often have these STRONG feelings that I am never certain about. Thing is though, every time I ignore them I usually end up regretting doing that. I dunno, I need to learn to listen to myself I guess… Maybe I have a sixth sense or something.
Just a TOT
