My phone got stolen when I landed at the airport coming back from Taipei, which is just a really really really really big shame. I can afford to buy a new one, but I cannot afford to re-travel to these places I've been to and get pictures of them. I cannot believe my own stupidity at both letting it get stolen (I wasn't mugged, just.. distracted), and for not backing up my pictures earlier. I mean, 4.5 months of amazing pictures should be backed up, shouldn't they? I've ended up buying 2 phones and 2 netbooks in the last 12 months, I'm appalled at both my own consumerism and misfortune.
However, within the two weeks after my own phone incident, I've read some acquaintances' updates about being mugged. One girl got hit with something and has posted pictures of massive, deep bruises, and another one went to the doctor to get checked out, although she didn't sound like she got attacked.
This is just like my life. I'm unlucky enough to get my phone stolen, but not unlucky enough to get hit with a crowbar while at it. I'm unlucky enough to get more crap than the average person, but not enough to turn me into a famous talk show host. Just like the episode where Cartman is crying because he's not poor or stupid enough to be a NASCAR driver, my own mediocrity makes me want to.
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