I’ve never found myself hating people I’m helping. A lot of them are annoying as fuck (drunk people), rude, or mean. But that’s because they’re people.
More often I find things sad and I hate the systems that cause the problem: An 8:45am call to a banks ATM lobby because an unhoused person is sleeping there and the bank workers don’t feel safe checking to see if he’s just sleeping or dead. Fuck the bank, fuck the system, and I feel sad that the bank workers can’t see or handle (either because if policy or personal reasons) the humanity of the situation and just talk to the guy. Let alone feeling sad for the poor guy trying to get a dry nights sleep and no one caring enough to see if he’s okay.
I’ve never found myself hating people I’m helping. A lot of them are annoying as fuck (drunk people), rude, or mean. But that’s because they’re people.
More often I find things sad and I hate the systems that cause the problem: An 8:45am call to a banks ATM lobby because an unhoused person is sleeping there and the bank workers don’t feel safe checking to see if he’s just sleeping or dead. Fuck the bank, fuck the system, and I feel sad that the bank workers can’t see or handle (either because if policy or personal reasons) the humanity of the situation and just talk to the guy. Let alone feeling sad for the poor guy trying to get a dry nights sleep and no one caring enough to see if he’s okay.
On the opposing side of this, and it may be my optimist rose tinted glasses and a will to see some good in everyone;
At least they cared enough to call. If he was dead, they could have left him there to decompose until it started to smell.
The call may have been from annoyance, but the call also to some extent comes from another life.