reply to post by James1982
See, the OP and James are both right.
It's true, this has been social engineered. Some of it was nefarious directly, and some of it was simply by "necessity" of the businesses which
sought to make more money without thinking about the long term effects of their less than ethical business decisions.
But business and government are tied in. And government wants power, and saw the power, and uses it.
Government not just being the elected body, but also anyone that has any authority over another.
I'm with James.
Except that James, the world is very full of the people which the OP describes. Maybe you're not seeing as clearly as you think. Pay a little more
attention to those that are around you. Get into their mindset and their attitude a little, and I'm sure you will find even most of the poor these
days have the same exact attitude.
I grew up rarely getting anything I "wanted". And getting a lot less than society claims is "necessary".
I didn't live in the projects, but I lived on their street, right next to them. And they beat the crap outta me.
Well, so did everyone in my school. In high school I wasn't toyed with a whole lot because I had hardened by then.
But I had no real friends, ever. And this is just the truth, that's all. I'm not resentful for it; in fact, I'm so extremely thankful for it. I
got to see the ugliness of people firsthand. I got to be on the receiving end of all the garbage that human beings have; the very same human beings
that others would say are "angels".
And even those that called themselves my friends, the very few that dared to say that, would not back me up when I was in trouble.
I became quite the dreamer, indeed!
I was taught by my parents to bust my ass. BUST. I was 3 and 4 years old pulling up weeds with my grandma. I was 5 years old doing the dishes,
doing the laundry, cleaning my room, making my own bed (how many of you know how hard it is for a 5 year old to change his own sheets on a mattress of
which the corners aren't even that easy for an adult to bend for the corners of sheets... If you're under 40, most of you never felt that, much less
did it everyday) - mowing the lawn, cleaning the shed (that means taking everything out, scrubbing it all, spotless, with your hands, not a stick,
polishing, reorganizing... 40-somethings put these projects off these days as "someday I'll do that, maybe next Sunday"), cleaning the windows in
the house, dusting (with a wet washcloth and a bucket, not a little feathery thingy); that's all only at the age of 5. By the time I was 10, I was
painting, roofing, building, working on my parents cars with my dad and grandpa; I was remodeling the house with my mom. I didn't have friends. I
wasn't allowed to go. I was working, constantly.
And then my mom would say, "Go get me some cookies please. And don't take any, I will find out if you do."
This was normal to me. So I surely thought the other kids had it even worse, the ones that were beating me up and picking on me; because I always
learned that kids like that had it worse at home, so therefore, I would not just be afraid of them, but feel sorry for them.
No sense in getting into everything I learned. That would take 29 years to type.
I can tell you simply though, it takes less than 29 years to learn the wisdom of a naturally dying man. Which isn't much, really. Us people, we
aren't so very wise. We like to think we are.
Wisdom is relative, so I speak in all things relatively.
God says that any who see themselves as wise, they are fools.
Well, I'm a big fool then.
And then I realize, if I'm such a big fool, how foolish can everyone else actually be?
So then there is no point in being wise, sometimes. So much pain... until you become callused. And then for you to care about something, it's
really gotta be sharp to dig in.
Well, unless you're wise enough to rip off the calluses and keep yourself raw.
Whereas I once strayed from trouble, now I dive into it. Not that I seek to cause trouble, but that I wonder what can overcome me.
The experiences I have been through already have given me the ability to take on anyone mentally, spiritually, emotionally, and physically; and the
last not the least, by any means.
And this is just the truth. That's all. I have no more actual potential than anyone else. But the world created in me a monster against itself.
By necessity, partially because of that social engineering towards everyone, everyone was engineered to create me.
And how can I have pretend humility? I cannot be a hypocrite and therefore lie.
But God has made sure to keep me humble.
The world will not easily give me a dime, but I am always full.
The world will not easily give me shelter, but I am rained upon only by my choice, and my family with me.
But my weakness? Beautiful women. Aye carumba.