Long Sunday Rant
It was just a regular resting day yesterday. Things were very quiet. I didn’t do much other than relax and try to think of how I’m going to tackle my current challenges and get back on my feet. I most certainly need divine intervention because there’s no way I can get out of it on my own strength. I simply don’t have the resources.
Things are rough for everyone right now but more so for those who are alone and unwilling to bow to the system. I’ve always been able to come up with solutions, but I’m fresh out of ideas this time. As time marches on, I find myself being rejected even harder from the system that supports basic survival.
I’m convinced that some of the new 9 to 5 assessments were designed by literal sociopaths. The application process for some of the “regular jobs” now feels like a 45-minute soul molestation. By the time you’re done, you don’t even want a job working for anyone who would design such a “test.”
Gig jobs have fallen apart, too, and dealing with them is now worse than trying your luck with scratch-offs. Nothing is an immediate start, and anything existing is well controlled so you can’t ever break even.
Every interaction is a test of your patience and a war with the sick entities who think we can all just “wait for money”.
Oh sure. I’ll wait patiently for a month or maybe 18. I’m sure the bill collectors won’t mind at all. I’ll just tell the landlord things are over-saturated right now but to keep checking back for whenever a regular job graces me with the “opportunity” to take abuse, or a gig job stops cramming its markets.
Almost all other legit money-making opportunities have all but been squeezed out of existence as well. Governmental resources (unemployment, etc.) isn’t available like they were 10 or 20 years ago. Now everything’s your fault, even if it’s not your fault. You’re left for almost a year with the burden of proof and not much hope of winning if you’re the only truth teller in the mix.
To collect Social Security, one must be physically or mentally disabled or old enough to cash out because of their senior citizendom. I am in neither situation, contrary to what some others may believe.
Welfare was never really an option for me, as I always believed in working in some capacity to pay my way. So, no, I don’t collect that, either.
It’s fun times, folks.
Something happened the other day that reminded me that my apartment isn’t and will never be mine, too. It made me sick to my stomach when I thought about how much I have struggled to pay RENT for the past six or seven years. Apparently, I’m still a scumbag, though, and that’s why I’ve lost most of my giveashit in that regard as well.
What’s the point of throwing away the money I scramble for every month? If I’m still looked down on and still have some snarky person telling me what I can and can’t do, I might as well reside in the streets and save the cash. People do it all the time, and I see why.
Nothing sucks quite as bad as giving all your money up for rental space and then being reminded you don’t own anything and can still be thrown out even if you never miss a payment.
It definitely caused me to re-evaluate my situation. The solution likely won’t be what anyone else predicts, expects, or wants to see, but I’m sure it’ll be a good one.