I hate bulky wallets. They are unsightly and cumbersome. I fail to understand why anyone would want a wallet as big as a fist, jammed full of receipts from years ago and number from of people they can't remember. All you really need is some cash and they five most important cards you own. When I have my wallet in my pocket, I rather it not seem like I have a growth coming out of the side of thigh that might burst if you look at it the wrong way.
Anyway, jump ahead an hour and there I am reaching into my pocket to find that my wallet is gone.
At first I simply jogged back and looked around expecting to find it dust and unharmed. After 15 minutes I had not found it and started panicing. The park is very flat and it's basically track and there really isn't anywhere where it could be over looked considering I stayed on the track.
There were a lot of people around when I first started to look. They all got a bit of show when the panic set in. It took about 5 mins for me to really grasp that I had lost my wallet. I think at first I had thought I lost it but really I hadn't. much like losing something when you have it in hand. After that I though I left it at home, but then remembered I had checked my pockets before I left.
There wasn't any money it, but I had all my IDs and my health insurance card. Then I had a series of panic attacks for like 10 minutes. Each was worse than the one before and they made me seem like a mentally unstable person who was experiencing psychotic episodes in quick succession.
There wasn't any money it, but I had all my IDs and my health insurance card. Then I had a series of panic attacks for like 10 minutes. Each was worse than the one before and they made me seem like a mentally unstable person who was experiencing psychotic episodes in quick succession.
The only reason I didn't end up a in fetal position was because I had some shred of dignity. Maybe.
Once the panic faded away, I started grieving over the loss of my wallet. For most people the grieving process is in steps. It's healthy to grieve. Most people grieve over lost or broken objects which hold importance. It wasn't odd that I was grieving over my wallet. Wallets are important. No, what was weird was that I skipped the five-step grieving process and just had a giant fit of rage in the middle of the park; a had full-blown tantrum at the top of my lungs.
At this point people started to avoid me and turn away from me when they got near. There was this one lady who turned on her heels and dashed away. A rampaging 6'4'' man in a quickly darkening park would scare most people.
I eventually gave up and headed home with a throbbing headache. I was upset with the situation and upset with myself for not noticing earlier that my wallet had gone missing. I started thinking of the places I needed to call and the fees I would pay for replacements. Every time I thought about how I could have prevented this happening, my head would hurt more as though the whole affair was a jackhammer cracking into my skull.
I was really not in a good mood and I usually ignore hobos since I have a bad track record when interacting with them. For some reason there was this hobo who came up to me and I didn't ignore.
I couldn't stop laughing. She was just the most ridiculous person ever. She had a pink barbie purse and cane with stickers all over it. She clearly didn't need it and was using it to make noise. She had in hand an empty can soda, which she assured me was not beer about 7 times without me asking once.
I walked away from her laughing, and it just made me really look at what had happened. I lost my wallet and all the things inside were replaceable. At most I would have to pay $15 in fees to replaces all my cards. I might as well get my Driver's License now that I have to pay for a new ID. It's not as though I had lost a limb or my HDD had crashed.
I walked home with the realization that it was okay. I had lost my wallet. I was okay. I have bigger things to worry about than a wallet.
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