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I was at a bar, and was just about to leave after downing 6 bottles of beer and 3 plates of snacks. It was not that it was getting late but that everything has become an autostereogram, and an image is beginning to form. It was an angry Jesus telling me I had had more than my usual four bottles. Also, even in my happy state, it was getting unbearable having a few stares toward my direction, because who would be drinking alone at a bar?
In that split second of clarity, I had made a decision to head home. But not before doing another " bottoms up" for the road. The walk to my place would take another 15 mins and it would be difficult to outrun the stray dogs when I could not feel my face.
The street was empty and quiet save for the sound of my steps on the pavement. If it hadn't been for the alcohol in my blood, I'd be frantically watching out for the white lady. But no, it was shaping to be a happy walk under the soft glow of just one functioning street lamp.
I was thinking about shoes, and then some movie, then being late for my second class in the morning...
I felt something grab me from behind, then, an arm around my neck. I thought, so, this is how it feels to meet ghosts! I had always believed I'd merely go through them like air. This was solid, and probably gym-buffed. I could tell by the grip. Then, it said, "Don't move!" I am not one to dare and flinch in front of the dead! On my neck, I felt its sharp tooth. Tipsy as I was, I started to say the Hail Mary. Then I heard it say, "Hold up 'to!"
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Ok, it took a few seconds to realize I was being mugged. And when I did, the man had already hopped on the back of a motorbike waiting for him a few meters away. Some ghost!
Just like that, I lost a few hundreds, IDs, bank cards, and my phone. And the most disappointing about all this is the fact that the mugger did not care what I was thinking, then? I don't remember anymore, but it must have been something pointless like afterlife, karma, or nirvana.
It doesn't matter now. That time, though, It was a difficult decision whether to continue beguiling myself with an idea that it must really have been ghosts over the obvious that I had been a complete twat, Just because you're on a beer high doess not spare you from muggers. Years later, I also have come to accept that it could have been so much worse. They could have left me for dead, or worse, done things to my body!
So, then, it was clear to me that there would be times I would not be as reasonable as I would like to believe, and being in such situation is something I could fall into if I ignore reason. And yes, since, then, on countless occasions, I have chosen idiocy for something else, and sometimes, as a mistake.
So what have learned? You ask. Very little.
To this day, disillusionment about many things is still a thing.
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