i was out the other night at an open mic i co-host and i left early. i rushed out the door and left my ipod behind. i figured no big deal, the two other co-hosts were still there. i'm sure one of them would grab it. i sent a text to one of them but got no response so i figured it was a busy night. i left it at that and went to sleep.
the next day i tried to reach out to my two friends who co-host with me. one of them had a phone that was pretty much dead, so i had no luck reaching him... the other texted me back, coincidentally from the same bar that houses our open mic night. he didn't have the ipod on him but he said he'd check our bag of stuff for open mic for it.
he checked the bag and to no avail, no ipod found. i tried to remain mellow. my other friend with the dead phone has to have it. i'll wait till i get a reply from him.
his girlfriend, who's a good friend of mine, works with me so i asked her if she could ask him if he found my ipod. the response i got was bad news. he had no idea where my ipod was. i was immediately bummed out about the whole thing. how could my ipod just go missing like that? what a suckfest.
a couple of days passed. and then i got a text from my coworker that said they found the ipod. my co-host was really drunk that night and didn't remember grabbing it, but he did.
holy shit! very awesome! and just like that, i had the ipod back.
couple things:
-props to my co-host who, even in a state of drunkness that would cause him to forget certain things, was still clutch enough to grab my ipod. and even if it took a few days to resurface, it's still awesome that it resurfaced at all.
-i had kinda freaked out a bit cuz i thought it was total bs that a bar i've been co-hosting open mics at for damn near 4 years would be the same place that someone would steal my ipod. i'm glad i no longer have to carry that thought around with me. it just felt wrong.
-i was the original forgetter. this whole thing was my fault. no matter how the story ended, i'd only be a victim to myself.
this situation reminded me of a time in high school when a friend of mine, let's call him greg, left something at my house. he forgot to grab it when he left. he called me when he got home and asked me to bring it into school the next day.
the next day when i saw him in the hallways at school, i realized in an instant, 'oh fuck! i forgot greg's shit!' i told him that and said, 'my bad, i'll bring it tomorrow.' greg, being one for high school dramatics, didn't say a word to me. he immediately turned around and walked away.
he didn't talk to me for months and told everyone else what an asshole i was cuz the thing i forgot was a catalog and he was gonna order an xmas gift for one of his friends and now it was too late and it was all my fault.
but it wasn't my fault! this was all his problem that he created in the first place. if he had never left that shit at my house, i would've never had a chance to forget to bring it to school the next day.
greg was a dildo. he was friends with everyone i was friends with and his parents let him bring people over their house AND he had a pool table... so that made him like the king of our fucking social circle. he wouldn't talk to me so i couldn't hang out at his house. all my friends hung out at his house so i couldn't hang out with all my friends.
this eventually lead to me entering an odd born again christian phase of my life... and though most of my friends soon learned what a dildo greg was, i had a hard time forgiving them all when they wanted to hang out with me (at first, i'm still friends with a good percentage of them now)...
so, i guess the moral of the story is:
-don't forget your shit.
-if you forget your shit, man up to it and admit it was your fault and don't get all pissy when someone else forgets to bring you your shit that you forgot.
-greg was a dildo. key word is 'was.' i don't know, he could be cool now.
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
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