BrainsWithoutBeauty

Journal
2017-09-30 13:42:31 (UTC)

Saturdays

Saturdays means more people. I like people yet there are more questions and more interactions and more chances for crime.

This is my dreary cynical attitude after being a victim for years.

More people.

More crime.

Haven't eaten so I should feel better later and my outlook should improve. Saturdays and Sundays are not fun days. They're desperate for food and survival days unlike (but not really) weekdays with more opportunities for nourishment and help, even if it is all the way across town.

Thank God (and my mom) for monthly bus passes.

I have got to get my empathy/pity reaction under control towards those who are obviously committing crimes. Those are not the ones to sympathize with because they are doing more than just fine. They are only around sometimes for crime. I'm tired of being a victim, never at my best and trying vainly to survive.

I envy homeless people for fuck's sake! They don't have a home that can be outfitted with things to hurt and exploit them. They also know how to survive in the big bad city. I'm too soft for that and can never be aware enough to avoid it all. OK bare with me, I'm not a bitch, I am glad to have shelter though it is a mixed bag. But when someone refuses to seek shelter, I have no idea why. It's safer! So what if they have stuff to do or anything. Really? So frustrating. I would love to be able to have a safe place.




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