Hey there,
I'm thinking about an issue that's been bugging me and I haven't been able to get a clear answer on. Living in a big city, I slowly yet steadily developed an antipathy towards the homeless. Not all of them. But even those that ask nicely are too many, and after the 2 guy on the train in a day, I usually just feel pissed off and annoyed.
I know some of them are schizophrenics, and schizophrenics I readily help, because they genuinely are often screwed because there isn't really any good support system for them. But most of them are drug addicts, other are foreigner Gypsies, and some are drug addicted foreigners. They came here with the intention of being parasites. Often, restraining my anger is all I can do.
But it's just a bother. If you are a drug addict and you genuinely want to stop, you shouldn't live in a city where there is basically no subway station where you can't buy heroin or crack. If you're a foreigner, a gypsy in particular, you should either be expelled or arrested and have your children taken away so this culture can finally end. We have a generous social security system, and even 85 IQ Africans learn how to use it, live in a home, and pay for the gym with it (and then don't ever put the dumb bells back and get stuck by the benches blathering like old ladies, which is a complaint for another day). Unless you suffer from some severe mental illness, this hanging out on the street and bothering people for money can't be justified. I sometimes feel like some characters develop a bizarre comfort with it.
I worked in a soup kitchen in the town I did my master's in, and they were mostly mentally ill, but mostly peaceful and somewhat restrained about asking for shit. Plus you could actually have good conversations with some of them. But the ones here are largely terrble. Plus now, we have these Jeet ones, who don't even ask for money, but just hold their dirty, long nailed hands in your face while you sit on the train or bus.
My fear is that I do see my heart harden or bleed if I don't find a formula I can be happy with. I currently give it out of whatever my mood is and how repulsive or nice the person looks.
Any experiences?
EDIT: AI gave me this Chrysostom quote:
"Not to enable the poor to continue in sin is to love them more than if you merely give alms. For not only do you save your own soul, but you also save theirs."
But I still can't quite gauge a formula from that. You could really make that argument about any non-schizophrenic. I wish the state would just institutionalize those people, be it in rehab or psych ward or prison or plane home. I can't tell what their lives are or how to help.
I'm thinking about an issue that's been bugging me and I haven't been able to get a clear answer on. Living in a big city, I slowly yet steadily developed an antipathy towards the homeless. Not all of them. But even those that ask nicely are too many, and after the 2 guy on the train in a day, I usually just feel pissed off and annoyed.
I know some of them are schizophrenics, and schizophrenics I readily help, because they genuinely are often screwed because there isn't really any good support system for them. But most of them are drug addicts, other are foreigner Gypsies, and some are drug addicted foreigners. They came here with the intention of being parasites. Often, restraining my anger is all I can do.
But it's just a bother. If you are a drug addict and you genuinely want to stop, you shouldn't live in a city where there is basically no subway station where you can't buy heroin or crack. If you're a foreigner, a gypsy in particular, you should either be expelled or arrested and have your children taken away so this culture can finally end. We have a generous social security system, and even 85 IQ Africans learn how to use it, live in a home, and pay for the gym with it (and then don't ever put the dumb bells back and get stuck by the benches blathering like old ladies, which is a complaint for another day). Unless you suffer from some severe mental illness, this hanging out on the street and bothering people for money can't be justified. I sometimes feel like some characters develop a bizarre comfort with it.
I worked in a soup kitchen in the town I did my master's in, and they were mostly mentally ill, but mostly peaceful and somewhat restrained about asking for shit. Plus you could actually have good conversations with some of them. But the ones here are largely terrble. Plus now, we have these Jeet ones, who don't even ask for money, but just hold their dirty, long nailed hands in your face while you sit on the train or bus.
My fear is that I do see my heart harden or bleed if I don't find a formula I can be happy with. I currently give it out of whatever my mood is and how repulsive or nice the person looks.
Any experiences?
EDIT: AI gave me this Chrysostom quote:
"Not to enable the poor to continue in sin is to love them more than if you merely give alms. For not only do you save your own soul, but you also save theirs."
But I still can't quite gauge a formula from that. You could really make that argument about any non-schizophrenic. I wish the state would just institutionalize those people, be it in rehab or psych ward or prison or plane home. I can't tell what their lives are or how to help.
