They have a hard time “accepting help” because as often as not; it isn’t really help.
Its libs jacking themselves off with the monkey paw; doing awful shit using nice words so they can feel good while being assholes.
Sure you get a room and three meals a day! No pets, must detox first, curfew but also you must have a job, and also dont mind the bars haha yes we do have to lock you in.
You must be out of your mind to prefer sleeping in drug riddled unsafe camps in a leaky tent to what you just described. You tried to make it look bad, but even with your hyperbole it really isn’t.
Found a stray who helped you, with emotional support and doggishness(finding food, staying safe), as has been a thing since before humans ever slept inside anything other than a fucking cave, to survive.
Seems like you just want an excuse to hunt them for sport, because realizing they’re so fucking similar to you and youre like two pieces of paperwork (not even filed by you, doesn’t even need to be correct) away from being in that position is Fucking Terrifying, but you also don’t want to have a society where we don’t let this fucking happen to people, because you’re afraid you won’t get as many of your favorite treats.
Lmao all these assumptions and strawmen. It’s really not worth my time to respond to your incoherent ramble because I actually got my shit together. Good luck, don’t let your copium run out.
Why do they always say exactly that? As if I’m the one with the fucked coping mechanisms here, instead of responding to anything ive said, like its some sort of gotcha?
They have a hard time “accepting help” because as often as not; it isn’t really help.
Its libs jacking themselves off with the monkey paw; doing awful shit using nice words so they can feel good while being assholes.
Sure you get a room and three meals a day! No pets, must detox first, curfew but also you must have a job, and also dont mind the bars haha yes we do have to lock you in.
You must be out of your mind to prefer sleeping in drug riddled unsafe camps in a leaky tent to what you just described. You tried to make it look bad, but even with your hyperbole it really isn’t.
You’ve obviously never been homeless or had an animal you gave a shit about.
I love my dog. I only adopted her when I had the living space and security to take care of her. Strange how that works huh?
I wonder how much you actually care about an animal if you think it’s something to be used as leverage for not having to better your life.
Had the dog when you became homeless.
Found a stray who helped you, with emotional support and doggishness(finding food, staying safe), as has been a thing since before humans ever slept inside anything other than a fucking cave, to survive.
Seems like you just want an excuse to hunt them for sport, because realizing they’re so fucking similar to you and youre like two pieces of paperwork (not even filed by you, doesn’t even need to be correct) away from being in that position is Fucking Terrifying, but you also don’t want to have a society where we don’t let this fucking happen to people, because you’re afraid you won’t get as many of your favorite treats.
Don’t be that guy.
Lmao all these assumptions and strawmen. It’s really not worth my time to respond to your incoherent ramble because I actually got my shit together. Good luck, don’t let your copium run out.
So you don’t deny any of it? Just deflect abd reassure yourself that ‘I have my shit together, so it can’t happen to me’
Cope
Why do they always say exactly that? As if I’m the one with the fucked coping mechanisms here, instead of responding to anything ive said, like its some sort of gotcha?