It’s incredibly easy to just not care, or be happy for them.
I talked to someone on the bus whose cousin in Iowa was miserable and busting their ass collecting recycling (Iowa being one of just a few states that does bottle deposits) every day before they ripped off the government and now they’re the closest to happy they’ve been in a long time. I don’t care about anyone’s tax dollars. I would not have cared back when I used to have a job and was paying taxes. “Your tax dollars” are a fucking imaginary concept. You’re paying the same amount irregardless, the federal government is paying the same irregardless, all of this is a bucket of ████ poured into the vacuum of space, it’s a grain of sand blown to the wind, it’s a pale blue dot in a sunbeam. Who the fuck cares? If you didn’t have your fucking phone or your TV or whatever or a book to read or a hobby or something you wouldn’t care because this does not effect you. Go outside. Take a walk. Look at the sky. Look at the horizon. Look at the few stars that shine through the haze. Think about something that makes you sad. Think about something that makes you happy. Talk to someone. Watch a movie. Get a fucking life.
It doesn’t effect your life, that I get close to $300 a month in food stamps. It doesn’t effect your life, that I don’t work and dgaf about working. You are angry because some fucking mook told you to be angry. This month I think I actually started gaining weight. I don’t think I went a day eating less than a thousand calories. That never fucking happens. For once I’m not near death! Be happy for me! Who cares if I do drugs and don’t “contribute to society”? That’s a made up concept. It’s a secular God who’s stolen the empathy I know you used to have.
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Really hate the conservative government workers around here who are happy to get benefit from the government but want these benefits denied to everyone else. Vile.
Ugh same. I’ve finally (hopefully) found a source of income, and dealing with my country’s unemployment services has made me even more radically communist.
It’s like they train their worker’s to hate anyone who comes through that door to ask for help. Everytime I went it felt like I was being interrogated and that I was a criminal for daring to ask for help. They were always like "well someone with your degree should have found a job by now
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It’s humiliating when the people that are there to help make you feel like even more shit. It’s more insulting that the money they give is not even close to enough to pay for anything.