Saturday, June 9, 2012

I live right by a Fred Meyer, which basically means I own the place. I have rituals that I do when I go to Fredies (we're on nickname basis) that when disturbed, really throw me off. Fred's has those bins in which they put dry goods that you can buy in weight quantities, and they have delicious yogurt peanut clusters that I eat 1-2 without paying every time I go in. It's become such a habit, I feel weird not doing it. I have literally done it so much, and justified it to no ends that when an old lady saw me munching and asked "why that wasn't considered stealing", I was taken a back. To me, it wasn't stealing, I had almost felt entitled to my little treat that it didn't even seem like something that would be seen as wrong. I hadn't considered myself a thief, though technically I was stealing. To this lady though, who just saw a person grab something from the bin and eat it, she knew it was stealing, but I had done it so much and not put any thought into it that it didn't even phase me. 


It really made my mind reel. Is that how thiefs see themselves? They justify the means and are so used to doing it to get by, or whatever reasons they have for doing it that it doesn't even seem like they are doing anything wrong.