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in a related thought, what would bother me personally is the idea that i had become so shriveled up and angry at the world that i had time to get actively pissed off at some panhandler. i just can't bring myself to get angry at them, and i really do wish they'd get to a shelter or get on their feet. but i can't make them do that; only they can. the money i do give doesn't set me back, and i just frankly rather enjoy hooking other people up sometimes, even if i know they're going to do whatever in the fuck they're going to do with the money. let 'em spend on watching chicken porn. great. hope they enjoyed it. let them cut it up into little confetti and shove it up their ass to satisfy their anal/paperplay fetish. fantastic. my life is pretty good, so why should i get angry over this kind of thing?
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