I was exhausted after work, dragging my feet out of the subway, when a man suddenly snatched my bag and bolted. For a moment, I froze. Then, instead of chasing after him or yelling for help, I just… kept walking.I realized I didn’t care. The bag was heavy, filled with things I didn’t really need. My wallet had only a few crumpled bills, my phone was old, and everything else was replaceable. He stole it—so be it.
