I don’t think of myself as a heartless fuck of a human being, but when the homeless guy with the sign asking for help is sporting a fresh haircut, clean clothes, and nicer sneakers than me? I refuse to help him.
I have nothing but heart for the truly needy, but fuck that guy.
Before you send me email and Facebook messages telling me that I know nothing about him and he may need the help, save it.
There has to be someone out there that gives less of a shit than I, but they will be hard to find.
There is a really brutal answer as to why.
Its honest, but you aren’t going to like it.
And here it is.
I prefer my homeless a little more pathetic.
I am driven by the visual as a general rule.
If they don’t look like they desperately need my help, I don’t have the heart.
It is not my role to help someone going thru a little bit of a rough patch.
The only thing that gets a dollar out of my wallet is the thought that this dollar is the only thing keeping them from either committing an atrocity to get their drug fix or eating their own foot out of cannibalistic starvation.
That sounds cruel, but keep in mind, I am comfortable with cruel.
My test reader made the point that my last line may not be nice, but at least its honest.
Lucky accident, honesty was not my goal.
Karmically, there has to be a category for people who beg for change when they could totally hold down a job.
Or at least they look like they could.
Karma is normally a lazy shit that rarely carries it own weight.
But every now and then, karma steps up to the plate and knocks one out of the park.
So, that being said, what would karma do? What would satisfy the universe at large when faux beggars abound?
A disease would be sufficiently horrible, but raped in prison would also suffice. (Thats not from me, I just know how karma works.)
Ok, now it has been pointed out that I am somehow wishing for horrible things to handle this total stranger based solely on my fabricated scenario of his life.
Yeah, like that.
Why would I need to know anything about him other than what my mind has generated?
That last line has stuck in my head until I realized why it doesn’t bother me.
And there it is, the answer.
It doesn’t bother me because I suddenly realized that he may not be real.
We are now back to my popular theory that most people you see in life, mostly the homeless, do not really exist.
This is an off-shoot of the main theory of nothing on Facebook being real.
That whole line of reasoning makes ignoring this homeless guy that much easier.
I even had to talk myself out of running him over with my car, a Honda Civic that I know for a FACT actually exists.
In the end, I did not run him over, nor did I give him a dollar.
But I did feel a touch guilty on the drive home.
And then it happened.
I pulled up to a stoplight and saw him.
Walker is a crazed homeless guy that walks, back and forth, non-stop.
I have never seen him standing still, sitting, or passed out on the ground.
He is a pure breed.
He doesn’t ask for money, doesn’t talk even if you ask him questions, doesn’t give a shit about those around him.
Almost like we don’t even exist.
Food for thought.