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Originally Posted by flamingdog
...stuff is just stuff...
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True, which is what makes me feel guilty. Stuff is just stuff, but money can be made from it; money that can be used to aid people in need. I'm in need myself, but my problems are limited to debt, finding a car, my own place to live, and finding respect from those closest to me. All I have to do is walk one block and I guarantee I'll find at least three people who have different problems entirely; problems that seem to be unlimited.
I had a conversation with a homeless man a few weeks ago, and he was telling me how someone stole his bicycle; which was his only means of getting around. This guy looked to be in his late 50's, and he was pushing around a shopping cart with a cheap radio and a couple blankets. Another guy told me about how the company he was working for screwed him out of his pension. I'll never forget how he started that conversation: "I wasn't always like this, you know." A couple I saw one time down the street thought it was Christmas when I gave them some food from Del Taco.
I guess my overall point is amidst my depression, I've realized there's no point in being depressed when there are people to help out there. In my opinion, they have more of a reason to be depressed than I; so much more in fact that it makes me seem like a spoiled complainer. Truth is, that's just what I am. It's not like I just realized there are people in need out there. It's just when you see it for yourself, and actually get to know these people, reality starts to kick in. These people are indeed, well, PEOPLE. It just makes me think; if society was so quick to toss them out on their asses, what's stopping society from doing the same thing to me?