Crackin gup

[kevyn]

Depressed? Moi?

I'm sleeping days on end now
up 8 down 6 up 2 down 18 up 12 down 8
Rarely leaving the apartment
Except for appointments


Whatcom Homless Council
came to inspect my place
Monday
They're helping with back rent
I've become a burden on society
What am I still doing here?
State pays my psych meds
keeps me nominally functional

I've started sitting at the keyboard
and moving my fingers as if I were typing
But nothing appears on the screen

Comments

[tianas-knife.livejournal.com]

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I love you. As a member of society, I would like to inform you that you are no burden.
I think that since your fingers are moving, it may be a good time to start that memoir!
*hugs again*
You can do it!

..BTW, I purchased a copy of Watchmen yesterday. I think I read half of it in one night! I'm currently resisting reading the second half in an effort to actually get some kind of work done... but its hard.

[kevynjacobs.livejournal.com]

Thanks. ;-)

[baxil.livejournal.com]

> How were the American people persuaded to accept this? They were taught to hate the poor. They were taught that having a job is a precious privilege, and one that only the most special people deserve. The American people were carefully taught that the 6% of the adult population that have done nothing wrong but still can't find even part time or temporary work are unemployed because they just aren't good enough. It was their own fault. If only they'd been a little better at clawing their way to the top, it would have been somebody else, somebody less worthy than they, who'd be living in a refrigerator carton under a bridge on the waterfront. To a certain type of person, this was a very comforting message, because it absolved them from any feelings of guilt, and from any sense of obligation towards the needs of the down-trodden. [*]

The older I get, the more it pisses me off into a blind rage that valuable, intelligent, vibrant people are being forced to internalize -- by the millions! -- that they're worth less, or worthless, all for the sake of a fiction convenient to the tiny handful of elites desperate to outdo each other in excess.

I wish I had answers, but I hope at least the alternate perspective helps.

[kevynjacobs.livejournal.com]

It does help. Thanks!