This is a vent.
UPDATE: I came here just to vent because I had nowhere else to do it, and what I got in return is a mountain of good advice. Thank you to everyone for telling my to keep my head up (and for those of you who didn't, thanks for giving me someone to commiserate with) and thank you for giving me useful tips on how to prevent this from happening again.
I'm a trusting guy.
I live in an apartment building at Johns Hopkins University. I own a 40" TV, an XBOX 360, a PS3, and 4 laptops - and I haven't locked my apartment door once in the past three years I lived here.
No problems.
I lend my friends money, my car, my computer, my clothes, my dignity - anything that they need in order to brighten their day - and all I ask for in return is their trust and friendship.
No problems.
3 of my ex-girlfriends know my passwords to my bank account. 2 of them know my PIN number. Those same two also know my password to nearly every website I've ever visited. I keep their secrets safe, they keep mine safe.
No problems.
But today, a day no different than any other day, I've lost my faith in people.
I work out at the gym religiously. I walk into the weight room and put my cell phone, my apartment/car keys, and my wallet into one of the 'cubbies' they provide, and I go and work out. Everyone in the weight room knows me, and we're all on good terms. I'm an amicable guy, and I'm real easy to get along with. I smile, I laugh with people, I shake hands - I make friends easily - and I've been doin' this for 4 years now.
Today, however, someone decided to walk out of the gym with my wallet.
Are you fucking kidding me?
I had $10 dollars in there, all my credit cards (cancelled), my license, my health insurance cards, and a few other personal things. In other words - besides the $10 - nothing of any value to anyone but me.
Believe me, it would take an act of god for me to leave more than 10 feet between myself and these items for any longer than 30 minutes. But today was a short work out, and 30 minutes after I entered, I went to claim my belongings and my wallet was missing.
I'm a trusting guy.
But I just lost a lot of faith in people.
I don't expect a lot from anyone or anything, but this is certainly not the kind of karma I would expect to receive after the respect I've shown to everyone I've ever met.
So there, I'm mad. And I'm venting.
And if you see a brown/tan wallet in the weight room at Johns Hopkins - call me. I do NOT want to stand in line at the New Jersey DMV to get a new freakin' license.