“Money doesn’t buy happiness” ok and poverty buys what exactly
“Money doesn’t buy happiness” ok and poverty buys what exactly
where is the lie
“Money doesn’t buy happiness” ok and poverty buys what exactly
where is the lie
Out of poverty creates strength and compassion. It’s weird how that works.
“Money doesn’t buy happiness” ok and poverty buys what exactly
where is the lie
Out of poverty creates strength and compassion. It’s weird how that works.
i sure wasn’t feeling the strength when i was skipping class because i was too weak to walk there after going 2-3 days without food, and i definitely wasn’t compassionate when i was checking every time i walked home to see if there was an eviction notice on the door. stop trying to fucking make it seem like a good thing.
“Money doesn’t buy happiness” ok and poverty buys what exactly
where is the lie
Out of poverty creates strength and compassion. It’s weird how that works.
i sure wasn’t feeling the strength when i was skipping class because i was too weak to walk there after going 2-3 days without food, and i definitely wasn’t compassionate when i was checking every time i walked home to see if there was an eviction notice on the door. stop trying to fucking make it seem like a good thing.
Poverty is not a virtue. It doesn’t make you a better person. Poverty doesn’t make you “strong and compassionate” it makes you insecure and stressed the fuck out. Poverty makes it so you can’t live your life without the everything being undercut by fear. It makes you hard and angry. We need to do away with the bullshit myth that being poor is somehow better for you as a person. You know who wants you to believe that? Rich people, so you don’t question them.
This is the damn truth. Poverty didn’t make me a better person. It made me a suspicious, anxious, hard, cold person that stopped giving a shit about other people because I literally couldn’t afford to do so. It has taken years of work to get to the point where I allow myself to care again and even now, my gut reaction to financial issues and people around me having them is to run like they could somehow drag me back to the days when I was a frightened, angry teenager staring eviction in the face (because in all reality, they could. We’re still so close to the knife edge of not having enough to cover expenses but now at least the house isn’t mortgaged and I’m working). so no, being poor didn’t make me compassionate, or strong, or any other bullshit virtue that’s somehow supposed to grow out of the grinding horror of not knowing whether you’re going to have food on the table or a roof over your head this time next month. Those things came out of getting out and seeing how poor people should be treated rather than how we were.
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