fuck you crybaby asshole

After a draining shift at a job I hated, I went to a restaurant to eat dinner. Shit grade place, but still a place to eat. This fucking (homeless?) guy comes into the place and I think he was trying to bum from the counter. I recognized him, because he had fucking come into the place I was working at at the time.

He didn't recognize me. I'm sitting at a table he tries to ask me how I'm doing. I have to go along with that song and dance. He says things are going shitty for him. I didn't take the bait. We exchanged a handful more of words. I got my food, put it in the bag and went home with it. Ended up watching Gone In 60 Seconds.

Life is not the damn Another Day In Paradise by Phil Collins. This guy appeared to be a fucking grifter. Over 90% of the homeless population are just lazy, entitled, unmotivated fucks who don't care enough to do anything because someone will eventually bail them out. I feel bad for the 10% who truly were dealt a shit hand, not the other 90%.

If anyone wants to say how I'm being cruel or anything by stating this truth. Go get a job as a caseworker. Work at a food stamp office. Work child services. Work at damn near any McDonald's restaurant (they're almost all shitty and in the ghetto). Go to a gas station. Put yourself around this shit and see firsthand what I'm talking about, or shut the fuck up.

"You just haven't been through anything." Yes, I fucking have. There was a time when I had nothing established in my life. Knew no one. Had no money. Always felt like I was on the verge of homelessness and had no idea if I was going to have a place to live at the end of the day. Had a lifetime of repressed fucked up shit coming over me like a flood, as things were still fucking going wrong in my life. I had the draining mental exhausting from it all, on top of the ton of bricks feeling that comes from actual depression. The thought went through my head a lot at the time of how hopeless my situation was.

What did I do? Did I do drugs or drink, or do anything retarded that would have made things worse? No. I worked endlessly. All with the vague hope that it would somehow improve. I knew I was fucking years off at that point, and each day was agonizing, but I eventually made it. I thought constantly about Shawshank Redemption and shit that kept me going. I found a piece of paper I wrote on in those days recently. It was a fantasy grocery list. Some really basic produce, and some fucking seasoned fries which would have been like a luxury to me in those days. Reminded me of how far I came.

You'll never get anywhere by being a lazy crybaby. If you are able bodied and not being intentionally isolated and you aren't happy in your situation, you have no fucking excuse. Funny how that 90% I bitch about never miss an opportunity to fuck around and drink and smoke shit. Always somehow have the money for McDonald's and drugs too.

Fuck these people.

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anonymous Other February 27, 2026 at 1:49 pm 0 1