I guess I deserve it

Today was a crappy day.
Worse than crappy, really, but I'm trying real, real hard to keep this blog clean. Let's just say that to follow an already crappy week, today was Crappy with a capital 'C'.
I'm thinking to myself, "Sure, I'll go eat dinner with my coworkers, because today I'm not going to work overtime, and I'll go home to my cat and finally rest because I've been sick and it's the weekend and I can rest as much as I want as long as my cat doesn't force me out of bed."
It was going to be that simple. But it wasn't.
The minute I step out the door of the restaurant, I feel a slight bump on my bag and think nothing of it. Thirty minutes later, I'm on the bus to go home. I reach into my bag to get out my book, which I'm really looking forward to reading because it's a pretty good book and it relaxes me to read it and after a hard week there's nothing more I want to do on the bus ride home Friday night than to read a relaxing book. So I reach down to open my bag, only to find that – you guessed it – it's already open. And no, the pickpockets didn't even bother with my cell phone, which is what most pickpockets around here seem to take. No, they had to go for my wallet, which they probably saw me take out to pay for my food at the restaurant.
So there I am, a dumb, blind, broke idiot without even the money to hail a cab back to the restaurant to see if by some miraculous turn of events the wallet had actually fallen out of my bag and I could go back to recover it. Instead, I'm sitting on the green plastic bus seat with the blue and white plaid cushion and thinking about all the things that I so stupidly put all in the same, fateful place: two credit cards, one business and one personal; two bank cards, one US and one local; my driver's license; my student ID, which, yes, I still carry around because I think I may be able to use it to get student discounts though foreign student cards aren't much accepted around here; my insurance cards; a copy of my passport; a list of important phone numbers; a prayer card with Jesus Christ on one side, streaks of red and blue light coming out of his heart, and the words Jesus, I Trust in You on the bottom, and on the back side the Rosary Prayer – and no, I'm not religious let alone Catholic, but a family friend gave the card to me about 15 years ago before she died in her mid-30s of cancer, and I've kept it in my wallet ever since not so much because of her, because I hardly knew her, but maybe because that was what she had hope in, and I like to have hope, though I am not religious; about $100 in cash, which may not sound like much, but over here it can get you pretty far, and I only had it in my wallet because I was going to go recharge my bus card that evening, and I usually recharge a lot at a time so I don't have to keep going back every week to recharge it again; the card for my vet which listed out the shots they gave to Milan last time and which they told me to bring back in a month so they knew which shots they'd given him; some of my business cards; some other people's business cards; my SIM card for my Austin phone which had all the numbers of my friends in Austin so now I don't know any of their numbers, not that I call them anyway; three fortunes that I'd saved over the years and that said, You will step on the soil of many countries, You will soon be admired by someone you respect, and You have much to be thankful for; and about half a dozen movie ticket stubs from my favorite movies that I've seen since college. There was also a round, faded sticker in the center fold of my wallet with a burnt orange cow and the words Official Longhorn underneath that I got the day of my university orientation. I put it on my wallet because I thought it was ridiculous that they would think having that sticker would make me feel any sort of pride in the school. And honestly it doesn't give me much pride except when our sports teams win some national championship and I can show it off as if I know something about the sport when really I only know what I read in the paper the day after the game, unless it's football and maybe, just maybe, I've actually watched the game myself. And I also strangely had another sticker from a pair of Asics that I bought who knows how long ago, and I put the sticker there just because I didn't have anywhere to throw it away at the time, and like the longhorn sticker I never bothered to take it off, but it's actually come in handy when I want to know what size shoe I wear in the US or in the UK or in Europe. How I managed to cram all that junk (and probably more) in my wallet, I have no clue. But it's a moot point now seeing as it's all gone.
I keep trying to put things in perspective. There are people dying in the world right now because of war, famine, natural disasters, etc., and here I am complaining about a splitting headache and a stolen wallet that I don't even know why I'm so upset about losing. Well I'm done complaining, so you can stop reading now.