Category Archives: Homelessness

Do you lie?

How do you feel when someone calls you a liar?

It’s best to assume people are honest — that they really believe what they say.  You have no need to believe the same things, but you do best to believe they do. Continue reading Do you lie?

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Practical advantages of being a nice guy

(Originally posted 07/28/12 at Trojan Horse Productions.  Reblogged  05/14/14.) 

It’s been a long time since I last considered this; maybe because, for some months, there haven’t been that many jerks among us at the shelter. Whether the “spirit” I breathe out has anything to do with that, I don’t know.[1] But I was in the shower 07/01/12 and overheard that they’d run out of wash cloths, and that brought this to mind.

Just being a nice guy earns me concrete, practical rewards.

A number of mainstream people help me financially who definitely would not help a jerk.

If we’re in the smoke pit and I need to bum one, I’m far more likely to get one than would a jerk.

Last summer, there was a shortage of wash cloths, for reason that people were stealing them. At first, if you weren’t one of the first 40 to shower, you wouldn’t get one. Then it became 30. Then 20. Several guys, it turns out, actually donated wash cloths. I donated 15. They all disappeared.[2]

Some guys come to the clothes window and every day, it’s:
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The Gestapo librarian

(Originally posted 08/04/12 at Trojan Horse Productions.  Reblogged 05/28/14.)

Officer Nasty works security at the library. He doesn’t wait for trouble to happen or for someone to ask him for help. Instead, he constantly patrols the whole place looking for people who may be breaking the rules, so he can put them out. He walks up and down the narrow aisles of the computer center to see what you have on your screen. He comes into the men’s room hoping to catch someone in the act — act of what, I can’t imagine. You get the picture.

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“I shoulda had somebody crack your head open.”

I was abused at McDonald’s.

On the one hand, I’ve kept silent about this for four years, lest my coming forward constitute retaliation; I don’t believe in retaliation.  On the other hand, with almost daily news reports about fast food workers abusing customers and the police being called, I would be remiss if I don’t share my story also.

I have screen shots of my diary from the days in question.  I also have the original pertinent e-mails from McDonald’s.

Bottom line:  Will you, or will you not, get on with life?

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The Ph.D. and her pettiness

As long as you’re complaining
—     about     ANY     THING     —
you’re not doing what you can.

As remarked recently, I am almost never verbally insulted for being homeless.

The insults that do come are events at the clothes window, in the shower room at the shelter.

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Kirk

Kirk preaches at chapel at the homeless shelter where I stay, the second Wednesday of each month.  He appears to have an emotional dependence on the dogma of inerrancy, and often brings up topics related to that, that have no connection to the Christian life.

In September, he said some things I didn’t care for.

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“Just how bad do you think you’ve got it?”

At the shelter, we’re required to attend chapel for an hour every night. I normally find it just as edifying as a traffic jam.

The group from “Guilford” presents on the fourth Monday every month. About a dozen of them come. Their leader is J_____ R__.  Different ones preach in different months. When J_____ R__ preaches, the message is always the same.

“Just how bad do you think you’ve got it?”
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