The Crime

I swear weird things always happen on my runs. It has to be this super weird town that I live in- but something is always happening while I'm running and it's never anything normal. As I ran today, I decided to take a new path because I was tired of my usual one and I like to have options with everything in my life- why commitment to only one thing ever? Anyways, I took a run through Sherwood Park which turned out interesting. As soon as I got to the park, I heard some people talking. It was a man and woman but I could not tell the tone of the conversation. It sounded kind of angry from the woman's perspective but maybe she always talks that way- she could be a bitch. There are tons of those. Then once I had passed by them and was a ways away, I heard her scream and I turned around to see the man running away. She was now on the ground. I ran over to her and asked her if she was OK and she said she was, just a scrape on the knee but that the man had taken her keys- and that is all. No money. No nothing. Just keys. I thought it was weird as hell. Unless he knew where she lived, all he would do if scare the hell out of her every night always wondering if at any moment he would walk in or if he would just be in her house when she got home. Once I got her up, she was really scared. She was still in shock and just didn't know what to do. Since I am a nice ass person, I invited her over to call anyone she needed to. I figure I'm pretty attractive and attractive people are more trustworthy than ugly people. Once we got to my house, she immediately called me on my shit, she stated (not asked) that my parents still paid for my house and that I'm still in college but with no goal in mind. I somewhat confused but at the same time I had reasons for being the way that I was. I began to rationalize to this woman who was a complete stranger to me that I just had not found anything worth my efforts or that I was passionate about. She told me it was my fault and that I probably just party, drink, and hook up and that I was not actively immersing myself into anything where I COULD find something I was passionate about. I got pissed. I gave her my phone and said here, call who need to, I don't owe you any explanation. She left 30 minutes later with her friend after we had spent all 30 minutes in silence. Even though she pissed me off, I thought about her and what she said all night. What a bitch- there really are a lot of them.