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[unclenikolai]

I just got dropped off at home by NYPD after being robbed. I was a little drunk, standing in the hallway outside of my friend's apartment, tentativly waiting for this girl who lives a my dorm so we could walk home. there was this couch stood up sideways that I was laying against, closing my eyes. This light-skinneded black guy comes up to me

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[mrflibble]

You know, when I got jumped by 5 guys a couple of years ago, I felt roughly the same.

[unclenikolai]

It's a very wierd feeling and I don't know how really to deal with it. I'm shooken up, mad at myself for not doing things differently, releved that nothing major happened to me and still trying to reconicile it with the good times that I had before it happened.

[mrflibble]

Yeah, I know in my case when it happened, I was pissed at myself for 1. doubting my street sense and 2. Not hitting back. But at the same time, I'm relieved I came out ok, and when they brought my dad to the hospital(They honestly thought I was the more injured one, what with the amount of blood coming out of me, but my dad was more injured, just internally), we found he had a benign tumor, and any further worries about that we could solve. A forced health check because of the mugging was a blessing in disguise.