I remember a close friend from high school who would shoplift from the co-op (koperasi, our convenient store) – buns, chocolates, and milk. Yes, food.
Maybe I did that too, once or twice and that was probably just one of my quests to impress her. If not for that purpose (impressing her), I probably wouldn’t. We already had five meals daily provided at the dining hall, and the fact that I didn’t really eat so much (I still don’t) I can survive 24 hours with just biscuits and water. My point is, nothing was so desperate that needed me to shoplift for food at that time.
I later regret doing it because it was useless. Dosa kering on top of not getting anything other than some mutual fun? So, I stopped doing it. I didn’t have a lot of friends back then, and that’s because I enjoy being on my own so much (and possibly because I’m someone difficult too ahaha)
Then, I have couple of friends who would fly (go out from the school area without permission) in the middle of the night for McD, sometimes roti canai and mee bandung? The next day, would chant the stories to everyone who ever done the same thing, as if you’re gonna get the tribe tattoo once you’ve done with the ritual.
On similar circumstances, I remember myself pretending to be sick just to skip classes, going out on my own to the clinic for McD afterward. It was a pretend, but technically legal, keeping things simple and fuss-free.
But still, thinking back about it, I wonder why didn’t I just do some McD Delivery. It’s not like McD’s bike was forbidden inside the school compound nor did we have boycott McD for Israel back then.
It was more than 10 years ago.
I wasn’t proud of my sins, but secretly adore my own perspective on how I see these offenses. No, don’t get me wrong. I’m against niat menghalalkan cara. It’s just that, I’m glad I was someone who didn’t care to do crime in pack and bonus, always got away with whatever wrongs I’m doing (90% of the time, though karma is still lounging around me and bitching, I kid you not).
It’s always good to dive into the part of us that is so rebellious and criminal.
The adrenaline. The rush. The guilt. The pleasure.
If not for our own pleasure, all of us have some point in our life when we are so desperate for validation. To have things in common (usually on some weird and hipster stuff) with other people. We want to be relatable for things that distinguish us (our circle) from the rest of this boring world.
And if you really take time to understand that, it’s something, somehow sooo ironic, don’t you feel so? Like.. why can’t you be weird, unusual, and exceptional for your own selves?