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…so other peoples’ goods… got it! 
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I steal glances and looks, but have never stolen books.
Borrowed them for GOOD measure
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I did used to owe the local library bear £££s in overdue fees, though…
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…and what books were these, that you used to ¿borrow?
Always loved beautifully etched books by Jules Verne, then books by Kraft Ebbing, and then Hungarian books, I literally stole Abby Hoffman’s books, then one time in Switzerland while visiting put, some relative, the last time I saw my father, a book entitled Hitler’s meeting with axis foreign ministers on the Baltics, or something like that, so it was a varied lot, and all returned except the Hitler book, cause feeling guilty I told father about it and he said it’s ok forget about it, he wrote to her and that was that. But the lepton thing extended to other non literal things like jeans at bargain shops at a time when at payday I would make contributions to the store of other used items to reyurn.
But the most heinous one instant when finding a wallet dropped, no one apparently noticing it, and picked it up finding a considerable sum in it
Not much guilt about that though, from the looks of it, it was a careless move on part of a wealthy donor to the Salvation Army, hence her lack of attention to her money showed a distinct lack of regard, hence she did not feel the needs that I felt for everyday care for getting on financially.
But being beyond such things opened up vistas of freedom into matters of relative standing, socially or otherwise, and while philosophy helped to overcome some of these ratcheted stumbling blocks, which caused the anxiety over moral justification that the kleptomania would generate,
found all anxiety related effects to be circularly reactive.
Such were my college days, when I’d do almost anything to get an education, to almost a limitless degree.
So yes these things were far more of a hindrance then forgetting to return books to the library.
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Almost? …that sounds ominous. 
Sorry, that’s all I’ve got. 
That’s near as ominous as .
Near
a limited degree.
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…a limited degree, to what., moral grounds?
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…well that’s my baseline anyway, anything below that mark doesn’t even enter my head.
Wouldn’t, couldn’t, couldn’t… amen!
How about to be or not to be? That’s as base as any one could get, but then is there life below the microbes, below crystals? below that?
What is the line that separates the base from the epogee? But then it’s no longer a line,
More to the point, it’s an indefinitely variable point of view, which echoes the whole mass of cosmic intelligence about it.
Just one drop and understanding everything in a moment that already passed the minute it occurred,
(Just rambling don’t mind me)
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My base is more a median, I’ll give it that.
The only person I hold to my standards is myself and everyone else is accountable to their’s, not I.
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What do I steal? … glances.
Nothing specific, morally you are very broad minded, pragmatic, and allow for a limited allowance to what may apply to you specifically, relative to the situation at hand. Me? More Eurocentric and categorically specific, demarkd by rather fine lines of content.
The irony is that finer lcategorical lines drawn expunge substantial content in equal measure, becoming prey to more authoritarian direction and control.
accordingly, stealing ‘looks’ becomes more of a morally imbibed notion leading to guilt by way of moral responsibility , say Catholic Guilt.
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Are you speaking in generalities or in regard to yourself?
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I think that [Roman] Catholicism affords the Practitioner a guilt-free existence… unless One actually commits an immoral act, that is.
Feelings of guilt for gazing at someone, for conversing with others, for sharing thoughts… what a narrow set of boundaries to live by. Good grief!
People really think like that? 
People need to give themselves a break and chill… but, as I always like to say, all minds do not think alike + what is on somebody’s mind is not on another’s and never will be, see?
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Catholics do
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Hmmmm
I suppose its because I’m Catholic x Desi then… one (mother) being a devotedly-Catholic chic fashionable Boheme-type kinda lady + the other (dad) being a cool-as free-spirited sporty DesiXCarib kinda guy = me. 
I pretty-much got both their vibes, in equal measure, haha! My siblings despised them… too strict, for their wayward ways, the status-quo-ruining deplorables.
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He who can defend the thing is the proprietor of it.
Oh and i do not step shyly back from your property but treat it as if it were mine. I pray you do the same! Only then can we have a genuine union of egoist thieves whom by stealing from each other, collectivize the property of the union and dissolve the very concept of private property.
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