Please sir, can I have some more...?

Wow, I just had the most awful day. You know what irks me? When I'm at work, busting my ass for hours and hours on end, and some hobo wanders over asking for handouts. It really makes my blood boil.

I mean, part of me kind of wants to help them, but at the same time one of me gets really really angry, and I'll tell you why: I haven't had a perfect life. I've had to deal with a lot of shit in my time. I've been kicked out of a house, I ran away for a bit, I even ended up in a mental institution for a couple weeks (Long story.). But guess what? I'm not out on the street, asking for free food. And you know why? Because I didn't fucking give up. Life has beat the crap out of me and I get back up. I bust my ass every single day to try and drag myself out of this hellhole that I live in, and some lazy little crackhead wants to take a free ride on my train.

Well screw that. Really. I'm sick and tired of people getting themselves all fucked up on drugs or alcohol and it suddenly becoming the responsibility of those of us who decided NOT to fuck ourselves over to take care of them like some neighbor-hood ally cat. I've already posted about this, I don't like pets. I especially don't like pets who are loud, smelly and straight up rude. I know some people are on this kick that some people can't help it because it's so hard to get a job, and yeah. I've been there. Looking for work sucks. But you know what? I've never once begged for money. Ever. In my entire life. In fact, I've never begged for anything other than to be left alone for 5 fucking minutes, which I rarely get as it is. All it takes to keep yourself out of that situation is self motivation.

I have a high school diploma. That's it. No college degree, and I graduated high school with a 1.8 gpa. But do you see me sitting outside of a window, staring at people like some lost little puppy who won't go the fuck away until you give me something? No. You don't. Life is hard, I'm fully aware. Life kicked me in the ass before I was even born, so I don't want to hear some sob story about the disadvantaged. Been there, done that, and I'm over it. I know this particular rant had no point, but I really just needed to bitch about this to make myself feel better. That's about it.