last time i posted...

i realized was pretty early in 2010. and the post was rather dark.
i wrote about having been mugged, and the fear that haunted me.
it's amazing how distant that feels now. it feels like it was ages ago, and it almost feels like it happened to another person, not me.
of course it happened to me. and i've been apprehensive ever since.
but i don't feel so afraid anymore. i've acquired a new appreciation of things. and i can look back and realize it wasn't such a big deal after all. and i even feel a bit silly for having felt that way. true, it was justified, but maybe i learned something about myself, and how i can overcome certain things.
i just wish that, almost a year later, people would stop asking me about it.
they actually do. not like they really care, somehow it seems like they actually think it's an interesting topic of conversation. and i don't know how to let them know i really don't want to talk about it without gettting rude. it's just, i really don't feel like talking about it anymore. it's not all that hurtful anymore, it's just annoying. it's in the past, why would i want to bring it up frequently? "so, did they ever find your car?" "i don't really care." and then they think i'm rude. but i honestly don't know and i certainly don't care. how can i put it in those simple words without sounding rude? i can't. i can't be bothered.
someday they will all forget about it. like i did.
like the lyrics from my favorite song that i might get tattooed somewhere on my body someday: let it go, this too shall pass.