You have been warned! So, if you read on, it’s on your own head. No requests for councelling fees will be answered.
After an extremely hard day at the office (being in the midst of a four week visit from the auditors, demands from all sides, dealing with queries from people who are too lazy to think for themselves), I stop at Woolworths for the weekly veggies. Why I do my veggie shoping at WW is quite another post by itself. And I won’t feel bad about it.
In the bread isle, I was confronted by a scruffy looking man/woman with a pack of Huggies in the hand. With a sign. That said: I’m a deaf mute. Please help me by buying these nappies for my baby.
Really!?! In the middle of WW? Really??
Fuck. My first reaction is almost always: Sorry, I don’t have any cash. This is my standard response. I will give when I feel the need to give, not when I am forced or emotionally blackmailed to do so. On my own terms. After all, charity begins at home, doesn’t it? I help family members, coworkers and whomever I see with a need that I feel drawn to.
I will NOT be emotionally forced to give when I don’t want to.
In the middle of WW?? Really??
Fuck. There’s quite a few wellfare organisations and churches in the area. As well as clinics. Why the fuck do you get a baby if you don’t have a job? How the fuck can you bring a child into this world that you can’t support??
Ok, my ranting have lost steam. It’s just not worth it.