css,html, all that jazz, screwing with my head, i don’t understand it.
today i had my bike stolen. I parked it behind my friends house, went in to check on his cat and ten minutes later came out to find it was gone. It was one of those situations when i was putting the bike against the wall i thought “i should probably lock this up… nah i’ll only be gone for a few minutes and its in a spot that isn’t easy to see….” My father constantly reminds me to watch out, make sure it is locked up. yeah, yeah, yeah….
i walked out, saw it was gone and got mad for a few seconds. then i got depressed immediately after that. thought who i should try and call to see if someone could pick me up. then i thought i would just walk to another friend’s place and see if he could give me a lift home. the thought that hit me the most was that here i was, bike stolen, no job, no idea of what to do with myself, living in my parents attic, and all in all unhappy with my life and its current lack of direction. what was next? was this the lowpoint, or only one of the lows on the seemingly neverending slant to the bottom.
i walked about four blocks. as i was crossing the street, i looked down and saw a man riding a bycicle. one that looked alot like mine. he saw me and yelled out “sure beats walking”. this was the point where I realized that it was my bike and responded with “yeah and that’s my f#$$ing bike!”. the guy freaked out and almost wrecked the thing. he jumped off of it and back away saying “hey man i just bought this for ten bucks from a guy up the street, i didn’t know”. I took my bike back and he ran back the way he came looking for the guy who had his ten dollars.
had i hit the lowpoint? and then, finding my bike and getting it back, does it mean i am on the bounce up?