What is up with the homeless in this country. . . no one really cares. Now one really bothers. Now please excuse me I love to rant every now and then and at the time of this blog I am freezing my legs off next to a closed Starbuck (what can I say. . . I love the web. . . )
Please forgive me if you are one of the FEW people that actually do anything for the homeless. Maybe you work at a soup kitchen (don't nderstand those might bring those up later. . . hmm) or maybe you donate your time or belongings to places like the Salvation Army or Goodwill (great job. . .still to damn expensive). These are all find and dandy, and maybe these things help you rest easy at night knowing that you assisted in making a diffrence.
What a load of *bleep* (yes I can self edit myself. . . got a problem with that?) Who do you serve when your working at a soup kitchen? You think it is great that you help out like that. Good for you but who are you really helping? Yourself. That is who you are really helping here. You want to feel better about yourself and that is one way to do that. Seem legit, heck I need a pick me up from a downer every now and then (NO not like that. . . damn druggies I meant self esteem) but does that not dilute the whole WHY you are doing it. It is no longer about people like me who are freezing and starving on the streets of cities near you (see what I did there) It becomes more about you and how you feel.
Tell me, you see a women shuffling along the street with a metal card and a bag over each shoulder. Do you stop and help? Now what if she asks for directions, do you give them? Now what if this kindly lady sits down and starts laying bare here woes. Do you even care? If you did you would have stopped, helped out as best as you could and listen to her woes. (ranting. . . I know. . . its what I do. . . ok will stop now)
Where was I. . . OH YEA! Assisting the homeless. You know I see people drive around daily in their Corvettes and thier Lexus's not a care visable to the world. No worry about food on the table, no worry about the rent (morage for you married with a family folks). But tell me, do you see the person walking down the streets, the feeling of dispair on their hearts. Now these people are not always homeless, no they can be just someone who is having a tiff with life for a bit. I was there in the Navy MANY times. You know these people, they are the ones that are always distracted but they are not on a phone or procrastinating, these people are deep in thought, just like most homeless today.
Tell me, are most all homeless, already homeless to begin with? (shhh I know the answer. . . maybe. . .) Think on this a bit, go ahead. . . I got all the time in the world. . . . . thought about it? GREAT lets move on shall we?
God why am I homeless. . . some of you may be wondering. . . this guy who ever the hell he is is kind of smart. . . in an annoying sort of way. . . (why yes I am!) I am your typical loser. No really I am, I was in the Navy, I had a job, I had a Wife, had a car (lost that tonight. . . my last recluse. . . ) but now I am homeless, why you ask. . . Because I am a straight up loser. Let me explain. I have NO idea what I want from life, and right now it getting harder and harder to type about this due to the bloody cold (no I am not british. . . I just like the way the curse. . . ) Where was I . . . OH YEA. . . I have no idea what I want from life, and sadly I do not know how to put forth my maximum effort to really do anything. Sad eh? Regardless I keep trying, it is down troding and everything but I just cant seem to give up. . . Whats up with that!
Ok what I really wanted to say before getting drawn off by the pretty words.
This morning I had a car, yes it was parked at a local Park and Ride (longer than it should have been) and yes I slept in it nightly, but tonight when I got back to the place I parked it. . . It was gone. . . towed away. . .my home! gone. . . now I am shivering outside this Starbucks typing away at this trying to make since of this funny little planet we call earth. . .
Anyone got any ideas on this? I for one would LOVE to hear them!
Oh well, leave your comments in the section below. . .or is it to the side. . .I can never bloody remember. Till next time
~Lys
Please forgive me if you are one of the FEW people that actually do anything for the homeless. Maybe you work at a soup kitchen (don't nderstand those might bring those up later. . . hmm) or maybe you donate your time or belongings to places like the Salvation Army or Goodwill (great job. . .still to damn expensive). These are all find and dandy, and maybe these things help you rest easy at night knowing that you assisted in making a diffrence.
What a load of *bleep* (yes I can self edit myself. . . got a problem with that?) Who do you serve when your working at a soup kitchen? You think it is great that you help out like that. Good for you but who are you really helping? Yourself. That is who you are really helping here. You want to feel better about yourself and that is one way to do that. Seem legit, heck I need a pick me up from a downer every now and then (NO not like that. . . damn druggies I meant self esteem) but does that not dilute the whole WHY you are doing it. It is no longer about people like me who are freezing and starving on the streets of cities near you (see what I did there) It becomes more about you and how you feel.
Tell me, you see a women shuffling along the street with a metal card and a bag over each shoulder. Do you stop and help? Now what if she asks for directions, do you give them? Now what if this kindly lady sits down and starts laying bare here woes. Do you even care? If you did you would have stopped, helped out as best as you could and listen to her woes. (ranting. . . I know. . . its what I do. . . ok will stop now)
Where was I. . . OH YEA! Assisting the homeless. You know I see people drive around daily in their Corvettes and thier Lexus's not a care visable to the world. No worry about food on the table, no worry about the rent (morage for you married with a family folks). But tell me, do you see the person walking down the streets, the feeling of dispair on their hearts. Now these people are not always homeless, no they can be just someone who is having a tiff with life for a bit. I was there in the Navy MANY times. You know these people, they are the ones that are always distracted but they are not on a phone or procrastinating, these people are deep in thought, just like most homeless today.
Tell me, are most all homeless, already homeless to begin with? (shhh I know the answer. . . maybe. . .) Think on this a bit, go ahead. . . I got all the time in the world. . . . . thought about it? GREAT lets move on shall we?
God why am I homeless. . . some of you may be wondering. . . this guy who ever the hell he is is kind of smart. . . in an annoying sort of way. . . (why yes I am!) I am your typical loser. No really I am, I was in the Navy, I had a job, I had a Wife, had a car (lost that tonight. . . my last recluse. . . ) but now I am homeless, why you ask. . . Because I am a straight up loser. Let me explain. I have NO idea what I want from life, and right now it getting harder and harder to type about this due to the bloody cold (no I am not british. . . I just like the way the curse. . . ) Where was I . . . OH YEA. . . I have no idea what I want from life, and sadly I do not know how to put forth my maximum effort to really do anything. Sad eh? Regardless I keep trying, it is down troding and everything but I just cant seem to give up. . . Whats up with that!
Ok what I really wanted to say before getting drawn off by the pretty words.
This morning I had a car, yes it was parked at a local Park and Ride (longer than it should have been) and yes I slept in it nightly, but tonight when I got back to the place I parked it. . . It was gone. . . towed away. . .my home! gone. . . now I am shivering outside this Starbucks typing away at this trying to make since of this funny little planet we call earth. . .
Anyone got any ideas on this? I for one would LOVE to hear them!
Oh well, leave your comments in the section below. . .or is it to the side. . .I can never bloody remember. Till next time
~Lys
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