My bike got stolen today. My new bike.
I only had it for 12 days.
I am so sad.
I know there are a lot worse things that are happening to people around the world right now, which is why a part of me feels silly even writing this “woe is me” post. First world problems, I can’t help but think. But I still feel horrible right now and the only thing I can seem to do is cry and feel miserable.
And so, I will.
I had it locked on a bike rack today from 11:30-7:00 at the T station at Davis Square. There are tons of bikes left there every day. I have left my bike there already a few times, because there are lots of bikes, and there are cameras, too. And I was only ever leaving it during the day for a couple of hours. During the broad daylight. I always just assumed it was safe and up until now it had been fine.
But when I got off the train today, my bike wasn’t where I left it.
I looked around in a panic, wondering if I locked it somewhere else, hoping for a second that I didn’t ride it into the train station at all today.
But I did and now it’s gone.
I lost a good amount of faith and confidence in this city today and in people in general.
I think the thing that makes me the most sad is that it’s just not fair.
I felt really happy riding that bike. I was so excited to have it and felt this good feeling when I was riding it.
I thought and thought about buying it for so long and spent a lot of money on it.
And mostly, I’m just sad that there are people out there that would do something like that. Take something from someone. STEAL.
I am so sad right now.
I am just so so sad.