As a 40-something guy who literally has cancer and no retirement savings and is wondering how he can even stay alive and has had a year of nothing but suicidal ideation, I still have the capacity to have compassion and not blame other working stiffs for how bad things are for me. I have a degree and I work at a fucking pizza place.
Out of touch my ass, I’m literally living a similar experience. Sorry I have the ability to consider other people’s situations instead of just my own. It’s called empathy, motherfucker. Have you heard of it??
Look, I’m really not in a good place either, as I assume you gathered. It’s been so long for me. At one point I found myself crying into the toilet I was cleaning for one of my night time temp jobs. Like you, I’m basically hanging on by a thread. It’s been going on so long, I no longer know where depression ends and I begin or if the original me still exists.
I don’t know about you, but I really shouldn’t be having this discussion, so we’ll leave it at that.
I’m just going to wish you luck, strength, or whatever gets you through today and tomorrow. Even if it’s drowning out the noise, even if it’s spite, anger or curiousity about something like the conclusion of a dumb tv show you don’t even really like.
Maybe things will get better for us, even if right now we perhaps don’t really believe in it anymore.
Thanks for that, friend. Life is hard, and I don’t blame you for being in a low place because of it. I appreciate your candor, openness, and willingness to hear me.
I wish and hope for the best for you, too. All of us deserve better.
I’m not who you were replying to, but I just want to wish you the absolute best of luck in your health battle. Empathy is in short supply at the best of times, but showing empathy when you’re in the middle of something so hard is next level. I bet you also make an excellent pizza, even if that’s not where you expected to be working.
I’ll have my fingers crossed for you, friend. Fuck cancer and everything that it entails.
Cheers, mate. I hope for the best for all of us. It can happen to any of us at any time, and that’s part of why it’s so stressful. Making good money isn’t some sort of panacea against your life falling apart.
I mean, Christ, just think of all the people who have chronic pain that became opiate addicts who also had real, productive jobs who ended up on the street due to addiction to the solution to their chronic pain. Life isn’t fair, and even having money saved away can’t protect you from everything.
People could literally say the same things about my financial situation, which is dire. I was on the verge of homelessness earlier this year. I have heard plenty from discompassionate people who say I could have tried harder/worked harder/done more and that my shortcomings are things I brought on myself.
They wouldn’t be entirely wrong, but I would still think they are kind of a stuck up asshole.
Same difference. Do you talk about the homeless the same way?
Now we can’t even buy property at $150k without being called out for making bad choices? Holy shit the working class is lowering their expectations way too much.
People used to be able to have a house, a car, hobbies, have medical help, all the house appliances, and yearly vacations on one income at some mindless factory job. Expect more, people. Demand more. You only can’t have it because the rich are hoarding everything and stealing your money. Don’t shrug and take it. Don’t criticize others for expecting it. Fucking demand it for yourself. It’s your work making them rich.
As a 40-something guy who literally has cancer and no retirement savings and is wondering how he can even stay alive and has had a year of nothing but suicidal ideation, I still have the capacity to have compassion and not blame other working stiffs for how bad things are for me. I have a degree and I work at a fucking pizza place.
Out of touch my ass, I’m literally living a similar experience. Sorry I have the ability to consider other people’s situations instead of just my own. It’s called empathy, motherfucker. Have you heard of it??
Look, I’m really not in a good place either, as I assume you gathered. It’s been so long for me. At one point I found myself crying into the toilet I was cleaning for one of my night time temp jobs. Like you, I’m basically hanging on by a thread. It’s been going on so long, I no longer know where depression ends and I begin or if the original me still exists.
I don’t know about you, but I really shouldn’t be having this discussion, so we’ll leave it at that.
I’m just going to wish you luck, strength, or whatever gets you through today and tomorrow. Even if it’s drowning out the noise, even if it’s spite, anger or curiousity about something like the conclusion of a dumb tv show you don’t even really like.
Maybe things will get better for us, even if right now we perhaps don’t really believe in it anymore.
Thanks for that, friend. Life is hard, and I don’t blame you for being in a low place because of it. I appreciate your candor, openness, and willingness to hear me.
I wish and hope for the best for you, too. All of us deserve better.
Also, unrelated, dope username.
I’m not who you were replying to, but I just want to wish you the absolute best of luck in your health battle. Empathy is in short supply at the best of times, but showing empathy when you’re in the middle of something so hard is next level. I bet you also make an excellent pizza, even if that’s not where you expected to be working.
I’ll have my fingers crossed for you, friend. Fuck cancer and everything that it entails.
Cheers, mate. I hope for the best for all of us. It can happen to any of us at any time, and that’s part of why it’s so stressful. Making good money isn’t some sort of panacea against your life falling apart.
I mean, Christ, just think of all the people who have chronic pain that became opiate addicts who also had real, productive jobs who ended up on the street due to addiction to the solution to their chronic pain. Life isn’t fair, and even having money saved away can’t protect you from everything.
Many of them bought this on themselves
If these people are financially struggling, it’s by choice (e.g. buying property).
And I don’t feel sympathy for them. They can reduce their spending and survive.
People could literally say the same things about my financial situation, which is dire. I was on the verge of homelessness earlier this year. I have heard plenty from discompassionate people who say I could have tried harder/worked harder/done more and that my shortcomings are things I brought on myself.
They wouldn’t be entirely wrong, but I would still think they are kind of a stuck up asshole.
Same difference. Do you talk about the homeless the same way?
Do I talk about the homeless the same way as the top 20% of income earners?
No.
Do you have any more bad faith leaps you want to take here?
Now we can’t even buy property at $150k without being called out for making bad choices? Holy shit the working class is lowering their expectations way too much.
People used to be able to have a house, a car, hobbies, have medical help, all the house appliances, and yearly vacations on one income at some mindless factory job. Expect more, people. Demand more. You only can’t have it because the rich are hoarding everything and stealing your money. Don’t shrug and take it. Don’t criticize others for expecting it. Fucking demand it for yourself. It’s your work making them rich.