Comments on: Can Homelessness be a good thing?

By: Richard the Previous

Richard the Previous — Tue, 31 Oct 2006 22:30:25 +0000

Betray was a harsh word. I didn’t mean it as it sounded. We’re going to figure out a way to get this situation sorted. There was just a report on the news about how temporary homelessness joblessness is on the rise in the US despite governmnet claims of a great economy.

We’ll figure this out.

By: che

che — Tue, 31 Oct 2006 14:49:42 +0000

No Richard, your post wasn’t too harsh, but calling extreme poverty a ‘betrayal’ of the kitties is is kind of wrong, as is your assumption that I can turn to my family when I’m in need. I can’t. They are not there for me in this situation and if you think they’ll not leave me on the streets, well they’ve done it before. Also, Quincy’s no longer exists, and I have arthritis in my feet and knees, which makes it awfully hard to wait tables. I’m in a double bind because if I get a regular job, I won’t be paid for at least two, maybe three weeks, and I’ll be sans roof by that time, and I’ll also have no time for the tarot readings, which at least has the potential to endow me with immediate cash. So those options you mention aren’t options at all.

By: Bas

Bas — Sat, 28 Oct 2006 16:00:03 +0000

I take it it’s just a slight difference between knowing your options and making choises…

By: Richard the Previous

Richard the Previous — Fri, 27 Oct 2006 20:37:48 +0000

Was my post too harsh? Is your silence a condemnation of my posting?

By: Richard the Previous

Richard the Previous — Thu, 26 Oct 2006 07:20:41 +0000

Keep fighting it.

You could just embrace it, betray the kitties, and walk out into nothingness, and become feral. People have done it. People always do it. And being homeless doesn’t necessarily mean having no “stuff” to keep track of either.

Every day when I walk to work in Manhattan, I pass a homeless guy. He is often reading a newspaper he’s gotten from the trash, and he has like 15 shopping carts (which are a rare commodity in Manhattan — I have no idea where he gets them) and they are overflowing with stuff. I don’t know where he gets his stuff any more than I know where he gets his shopping carts. Most of it is in bags, so I can’t even see what it is. And the amazing thing is, every few days, he and all of his stuff disappears! I don’t know where it goes, or where he takes it, but it just goes, vanishes. A couple of days later, he’s back, in those same clothes he always wears, duct tape on the end of his shoes wound into little points like he was a Renaissance homeless man, even more shopping carts and all of his stuff is with him.

You could do that. If you had enough shopping carts, I guess the kitties could have something.

But you aren’t optionless. You have family, even if they are not the best in the world. You could always go work at Quincy’s. There’s that cheating ex-husband of yours. You have people who care about you.

But all that may not matter when you are in a hotel in crack town, with pseudo cat husbands and wondering if you’ll have enough cash to stay for the next day.