Beggars…
It always bothers me when I see beggars. And not for the usual reasons: pity, anger at being approached, elitism…
No, it bothers me because they could be using that energy and time so much better, to achieve much greater and more profitable things.
So why don’t they want to? Why don’t they want the financial freedom? I mean, I understand that some of them may be felons and, because of that, have a harder time gaining employment, but… There is always day labor. Or places like the Salvation Army, Goodwill, and others that will hire ex-cons.
Not to mention church programs and websites that will also aid in this. I should know, I have several friends that have been to prison, and have helped them all find jobs.
I also have a few friends that are homeless (but don’t beg) and I asked them about this – and their answer kind of threw me: laziness. Some people feel that if they can just stand around and get handed money all day, why not? People will always give. (My brother is not one of those people. 😀 )
I thought about this for a while, and ultimately just shrugged it off. I can’t control what other people do or why, so really it’s a waste of time to put too much thought or emotion into it.
Some of you may be wondering why I’m even talking about this. It’s because while I was out today (yet again) I was approached by three different beggars in almost as many minutes…and it reminded me of the conversations.
Anyway, back to my writing: I bought a Monster damn near bigger than me to increase the output, so it should be a productive night.
Until tomorrow…
#Wired
Hi Alexa, When you talk about homelessness and begging in Corpus Christy, it just tells me that this is indeed a problem all over America. San Francisco has a terrible homelessness problem that takes away from tourists enjoying the absolute beauty and ambiance of the place. And as frustrated as I am with the City’s inability to deal effectively with it, I get some satisfaction knowing that we are not alone with this problem. I wish I had a magic wand and when I pass these people I could just wave it and make them be warm, well fed, happy, healthy, and taken care of… like I am.
I completely agree with you. One of my favorite places to visit, Dallas, has the same problem. It is such a beautiful, entertaining place, but the homeless are everywhere, and some of them get fairly aggressive if you refuse to give them anything. I’ve been cussed out, yelled at, even had things thrown at me when I said no. Oddly enough, my brother has never had this problem, and I never have it when he’s with me. Of course, he lives for shit like that, so it’s not at all a surprise. Plus he can be calm and thoughtful and still look mean as fuck by default, so…
You know, the funny thing about them being mad at me for not giving them money is that I’m not saying “no” to be mean, it’s just that I pay for everything with plastic – I almost never carry actual cash around with me. And I tell them that. It rarely makes a difference, though. Part of me feels pity, part anger, and yet another bafflement.
Why, in 2016, in America, is this still a problem??
And why the hell do some of them feel so entitled? Like I owe them money for some reason? As you can tell, I’m kind of conflicted on the whole homeless thing. It’s not all homeless that are like that, but the ones that are make the ones that aren’t look so bad…
Anyway, I’m rambling. Sorry 🙂