Has someone or something stolen from you? Do you know who/what it was? Did it affect you? Do you care?
Doesn’t have to be serious.
Share your stories!
I’m tempted to make an alt for this but whatever let’s go. Years ago when I was 14 or 15 I had an older online boyfriend buy me a vibrator. Never really got to use it as I was too inexperienced.
I had stashed it under my bed in a bag for a portable DVD player. Anyway I come home from school one day and the manual for the DVD player in sitting on my bed. I check, the bag is gone.
Nothing else of value is gone but 2 aa batteries from my Xbox controller and only one of two from the family remote. The vibrator used 3 batteries. So some freak stole my vibrator with plans of using it.
Hookers stole my butt-plugs. Not actually hookers, but my younger gay ass siblings. And I didn’t find out until much later. But I straight up told them that was fucking disgusting. Then we let it go like the song. But no!!!
Some people are literally so fkin trifflingiagsnakshfask!!!
Ugh. I gotta like…clear the air. Burn some sage or something, for the both of us!
*p.s. - I def read your name not once, not twice, but three times as Florida Man =)
Sounds like your brother did this
For me, it was a punk ass who would steal stuff and call me his friend. Although I don’t really care (only in that indignant small child way), I did tell my partner just the other day that “I bet you his ass is in jail.” Well he is, in fact, he’s actually in prison for murder. So yeah, that was a thing.
I had my art stolen and combined with other stolen art by an AI image prompter. Some of my work is very personal to me and I have zero tolerance for art thieves.
Ngl, I stopped posting stuff pretty much as a whole because of bots and thieves and shit heads. But then again, they’re gunna steal all of this (text-based) stuff and talk like a shit-eating hooker so muwahahahaha!
Sorry that they did you like that. I’m not even sure what to do in the end because even if you crop your art for litigation and ownership - who you gunna sue? It really is crazy though because I believe creative endeavors are copyright the second idea hits the “paper.”
Did you ever get your art back?
Probably not what you were looking for but this week i had cheese curds stolen at work out of the work fridge. Could only have been 1 of 23 people. Won’t ever find out who. I can be reasonably sure it wasn’t half of them, can’t accuse anyone since im a manager and the company response is basically don’t use the fridge if you don’t want to have things stolen
Yeah, about five minutes ago. It happens. I’d rather extend trust and sometimes be disappointed than live in paranoia.
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I don’t know what I want to live in. Cause I have been open as a book, and gotten jacked up. Being closed off is most certainly not healthy either. And things are things. But I really wish people stayed in their lanes.
Yeah, had a drug dealer burgle our apartment (just an opportunistic thing, spare keys had been left outside by a friend who was moving). Fortunately no-one was in, but it sucked to have to deal with all the damage and security.
We eventually tracked them down when they sold some stuff though and they were actually arrested and we got a few things back.
It was awesome the police actually raided them. Unfortunately the new government released them as prisoners with “non-violent” offences.
Yes, every workday the owner of company i work in steal from me.
my father gave me a lesson once when my bike was stolen when i was a child. he told me that they did it because they felt they had to; not because they wanted to target me and that remaining angry about it was unproductive because they will never know nor care.
i try to apply that same lesson every time someone wrongs me.
That’s some good stuff. Like it’s on them. It’s why I try not to get upset if someone’s having a mood swing or something. Cause that’s on them, not me. But it can be harder to practice the more toes that get stepped on.
An umbrella…
Some fellow student named Jordan did it years ago…
I’m still pissed and wondering where wtf he lives
Fuck Jordan, let’s go jump his ass =P!
I stole some beers at a party once. A friend and I weren’t feeling the vibe, took a few bottles and went somewhere else. I feel bad about it, he was a good dude and didn’t deserve that.
I got trashed at my 23rd birthday party a friend threw at her house. It was mostly people she knew, but as I was passed out someone stole my wallet.
My brother stole quite a bit from me during the height of his addiction. He’s been clean for several years now though. I’m glad I’ve got him back.
Oh, and in elementary school when they were at the height of their popularity I had one of my holographic Charizards stolen. Dunno who took it, someone had a come up.
Back in primary school someone stole one of my bakugan out of my bag. It was the snake trap which folded into a cylinder instead of a sphere like the normal ones. So sad.
Ohhh that takes me back. I forgot all about those. I wasn’t really interested in them, but kids at my school were. I’d steal them from stores and trade them for stuff I actually wanted.
I always played with them a tiny bit before I’d trade them. They were pretty neat. Lots of different shapes. I have no idea how they were actually meant to be used. Hard nostalgia wave, though.
Legitimately, while I write all this fuck thieves shit I will say that when I was a kid I sometimes got cheap stuff from a “friend” (who’s name i sitll remember probably on account of being one of the only people around with green eyes, let alone being black with green eyes). He would always bring me stuff and trade me for things or if I had a little cash I could buy it. I later realized (much, much later) that he was stealing it from ??? but I def had a cd player from him and rocked it for like…fifteen years? So in one sense that’s pretty cool, but in another it is a =(!
Growing up our house would get robbed often. I’d say yearly. Since I was interested in electronics they would always steal my stuff. I’d get a computer and it would get stolen. I’d get a playstation and it would get stolen. I’d get an air rifle and it would get stolen. I used to wish that they would take my sisters dollhouse or books just to even the score.
The worst part was they would trash my room every time. They would break open my cupboards and draws throw my clothes on the floor. One time they stole my playstation and gba and smashed my TV. I didn’t even live in a bad area. I lived in the poor part of a nice area. My theory was that people would come from poorer suburbs and since we didn’t have a massive wall, gate and security system we got targeted.
dude no shit that sucks
That sounds horrible, literally couldn’t own anything nice without it getting stolen and your personal space getting trashed…
It did suck and we were to poor to replace the items but at the time it wasn’t to bad because I’d just go play outside or go to a friends house after school and play on their computer or playstation.
It would be way worse today where everything is online. If someone took my computer away for a year it would heavily impact my social life.
Counter craziness - have you ever thought it might be younger richer kids from your area? Cause my girlfriend got shit kicked all the time for being the “poorer” person in a stinkingly rich area. And I think some rich kids are outright psychos. Either way, it sounds fucked. Did you guys end up moving ever? Or like…getting a dog. Cause dogs get thieves to fuck off.
*** Dogs got thieves to fuck off. Idk if they do anymore.
**** p.p.s. - Knew one other person who’s ma (single parent) went from a nurse of some sort to a lawyer and they leveled up like crazy income-wise. But they were also targeted because of their social standing and their whole life fell apart. They are most def not doing well, even now.
Besides the obvious like surplus labour value being stolen by my boss I’ve been stolen from a couple of times. I had my car broken into once (I accidentally left it unlocked since I had a family emergency to get to), they stole my jacket and some change out of the cup holder. I didn’t really care since I had more tragic matters to deal with at the time and if they needed to steal my jacket they needed it more than me. I was/am lucky enough to have a spare so I really didn’t think much about it. They did leave a half carton of coffee creamer behind though, I was a little confused about that
In uncivilized countries like the USA I’ve had many things stolen from my porch, from my car, even an entire car.
I now choose to spend most of my time where I can leave my valuables unwatched in public and my house door unlocked. Living in fear and around crime, adds so much stress, anxiety, and general angst to your everyday life. Life is too short to live in a terrible place
Where did you end up if you’re willing to share? I grew up in what was considered a pretty crime addled place, and have lived in several major cities over my lifetime but I legitimately have never had the level of issues that I have had out West. People got some real shit ass fucking head trauma going on. But I also do get the idea of - if everything in your life is shit, you burn the world around you. It just sucks, because instead of helping people out here, they throw them some food and leave them to live and die like dogs. Worst yet, when I was working directly with the homeless it always seemed like the shittiest people who were great at manipulation were the ones who got into housing programs. But I am being kind of extreme in the sense that I know one very special person who works their ass off who got housing and they are absolutely amazing. And there are a couple of people who are no-to-low drama decent folks. But a majority are total scum of the Earth shit heads.
I agree with you though. Especially on account of having gotten our place shot up by some asshole in some bull that we were not related to at all. Still fucks me up, and it’s because people are lenient af out here and it’s trickle-down shittyness.
My choices are generally not popular with an American audience. There’s a lot of propaganda in the world, everyone does it, but the US is the best at it so it can be very difficult to see things outside those borders.
I live all over the world, still do. But I spent over 20 years in the US primarily. I lived in low crime, affluent areas. But the low crime is still absurdly high crime, but is normalized. I won’t share all my story but being victimized for my possessions was annoying, but not the end of the world. That’s what insurance is for. My breaking point was the second time I was almost murdered by the police for being the wrong colour in my own neighbourhood. I’m talking guns pointed at me for no reason and lots more I don’t discuss.
My primary residence is now in the Middle East. Almost immediately, most people make a confused face and the first questions are usually “why” followed by “aren’t you worried about…” and then a laundry list of manufactured issues that don’t actually exist, or exist equally where they live.
The bottom line is that my front door is unlocked and stays unlocked. When I go the park, beach, mall, restaurant, wherever I can reserve a spot by dropping my wallet or cell phone and walking away without worry. I have all the modern conveniences of the USA and more. I use an app on my phone and a fuel truck comes to me to fill up my car. Leave your keys on the windshield like everyone else and they will fill you up as you’re elsewhere. Use the app and get laundry services washed, dried, and folded with pickup from your house and drop off with tip for the cost of a cup of coffee. No tipping culture of 50%, a dollar or two is plenty. I can buy a meal in a restaurant that feeds 4 people for about $5 with apps, entrees, dessert, and tip. I can also buy a stupid gold steak for $2000. The choice is mine.
Public transport works. Food from every part of the world is minutes away. A woman can walk by themselves at 3am with no fear.
I’m currently on a holiday to a different country a few hours away. My door is still unlocked.
When I talk to Americans that have made the move they almost all say the same thing. It takes a few weeks for the constant fear and guard to start to drop. It takes about 2 years before you start to live without that burden.
Every time I am in the US it is just worse and worse. Crime, political discourse, and just general everyday anger between people in every interaction. Walking down a sidewalk or road rage or unfriendly staff, just general anger. When you’re around it constantly, you never really notice it. You only notice the extreme outbursts. But when you go somewhere that’s finally peaceful, you then become aware of the constant noise and the huge outbursts.
Only other thing I’ll mention as this is way too long already, is that the excuse of “I can’t just pack up and move” is just an easy excuse. You absolutely can. It isn’t easy. It can be isolating if you’re going by yourself. But you can. One of my grandparents fled from war with nothing but a single suitcase for 3 children and the 2 adults. Lost everything they had to get a better life and start fresh. Another grandparent immigrated with a whole ship worth of crap. My parents immigrated yet again with moving trucks. I immigrated by air and a couple suitcases filled with everything in the world I hold important.
It takes more money and privilege to immigrate with your possessions. But that’s a luxury upgrade. It isn’t a requirement.
Yes, two bikes. Made me very paranoid and hate people.
Did it ever get better? Or stay the same? Cause I think sometimes about the heart as I heard it from a heartbroken guy on Rumblestrip Vermont. He said when it gets broken it’s like you put it in a bag and smash it. And it’s like china, you can only put it together so many times before it becomes dust. But personally, I’ve found I am miserable if I put myself there. And instead remind myself that there is no cap on love, and that it’s a wellspring that we can all draw from.
But also big hugs =(
