Hello Everyone:
Of course it had to happen. After a string of quiet contented days, disaster. I lost my right hand ring. This was a valuable custom piece with sentimental value. This is extremely upsetting to me. I looked all over the place, called both the Activities Center and Patrol but of course, it's gone. My best guess is that some bottom feeding PLB "resident" found it and kept it, deciding "finders keepers." Well I hope who ever has it, has bad karma for the rest of their life. I really want that ring back. It means a good deal to me. The stones came from a pair of rings from a previous relationship. The relationship didn't last but I kept the rings, planning to do something with them. About five years ago, I was finally able to use them in a single right hand ring. I wore that ring all the time. Now it's gone. I'm on the verge of tears. I don't want another ring, I want that one. Even if the Brit BF proposes with the most perfect ring, it still won't take the place of the missing one. Mom suggested that I throw some money into a charity box and mumble a prayer for lost items. It's all bollocks to me. It isn't going to help. Besides the Man in White and I are no longer on speaking terms. I refuse to speak to anyone or anything that has royally screwed me. Yes, Big Guy I'm talking to you. Let's see if you're going to try to make it right. I doubt it. You'd rather smile on some bottom feeder then someone who has always tried to live right and even sing your praises. The Buddhist in me says, it's just a material possession not worth forming an attachment. F__k my inner Buddhist. That ring meant something to me and I want it back.
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