Don’t Beat Yourself Up About It

Imagine you bought a cycle for 11 grand and it got stolen.

Now imagine you saved up for months to make that 11 grand and cycled everywhere ever since. And always locked it up against poles and kept running out of buildings to make sure it’s still where you’d left it. And you never lose things because you’re never careless with them. Imagine all of that, and then imagine that the one time you messed up and didn’t lock your cycle right was the time that some asshole came along and stole it.

The world is full of horrible people, Zonk, but there must be nicer ways of reiterating that.

Cheer up, Si. If ever someone deserved another cycle, it was you. I’ll wish some of my famous luck to you.

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Author: Kirtana K

I paint and make music and blog like a maniac. These days I try to run. But I have chicken legs and lungs the size of two-rupee balloons. I fail. I like pajamas and striped socks and books that read like song and songs that sound like poetry and strangers who read this page. And Maggi when I'm sick or cold or sad or celebrating. They'll find noodles in my veins if ever they cut me open. And potatoes. And maybe a tiny bit of whiskey. I'll be an Unidentified Living Object and they'll put my insides on display. It will be crazy. It will be awesome. It will.

1 thought on “Don’t Beat Yourself Up About It”

  1. *Must refrain from abusing that @#^@^@^@# asshole*. I don’t have much of that luck, but I wish all that I got : |

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