chapter 13, page 89

"One of my troubles is, I never care too much when I lose something-it used to drive my mother crazy when I was a kid. Some guys spend days looking for something they lost. I never seem to have anything that if I lost it I'd care too much. Maybe that's why I'm partly yellow. It's no excuse though, it really isn't."

It's like I always say, "You can't miss something you never had." Something that was never really yours to begin with. So why do I feel like this? Why do I feel like somethings come & gone away??