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Too naive and domesticated to be compassionate
ownerof1000oddsocks
Veteran
It's been a long time since I've been conned and put up with the misery of having an undesirable in my life. The beggars and homeless are not uncommon if you're careless enough to walk around with your eyes open.
One in particular has been around for a long time. Whether he's actually making more of an effort to go pro in the tramp world, I don't know, but he has certainly cleaned up his image and now sports a suit. Professional beggars have a knack of putting twenty propositions in one sentence. It might start off with you couldn't spare 10p, and as soon as you reach for your pocket they've haggled you up to a pound or two. They seem to be modern wizards of the sentence. It sounds something like...
'you couldn't spare 10, bzzzwzz 20hmmms 40 zzrrrmmmz 50 quid?' Seriously, someone should record this genius! Anyway//
Boozehound and Cash cow is apparently the ideal chemistry for a bottle of White Lightning and a theoretical cup of tea.
This time it was different. This one 'got of out court'; this one 'was desperate to travel 20 miles'. For most normal people this situation was like having a mosquito land on your cream bun. For me it was an opportunity to tentatively reach for my bag of gold, simultaneously covering away my precious 'theoretical money'. I should have known the moment he wiped sweat of his brow and complained that he was freezing. The travel fare escalated from just over a pound then tripled in zero point eight seconds. In order for me to lay a golden egg he knew he would have to bring out the big guns. You know, I'm actually dumb enough to fall for fake tears. Thankfully I'm not dumb enough to give out my home address and telephone number, nor did I want to visit at 21 skunk avenue, dodo town, planet cold turkey.
For gods sake, I should know all about junkies, I've had them 'borrowing' from me in the past- and more recently turning them down- for long enough. I can't help any of these people. The people with both real and made-up problems in the world either need financial support, someone to talk at, and... something else that I can't think of right now. I always think that Buddhists are great- because the real ones haven't got any money or proper clothes or playstations and they're not on television so they can't entertain me - but that's not true at all. I don't know where any Buddhists hang out... the Krsna's and Jehovas on the other hand,
well.
So, I'm finding the whole helping out thing pretty difficult. I spring into action on the odd occasion but haven't yet really committed myself to anything truly mind shatteringly life changing. Young, free, single, useless... four check boxes. How does the domesticated animal find a way? My helping ideals feel like ideals, and the reality is, I want to distance myself from the 'needy'. Some people in this world are such caring souls, but it's not enough to wannabe one. This isn't hardly a problem... I'm above average when it comes to the crunch on a public sidewalk, but professionally, socially, economically it's all so confuzzling.
I find the world and myself all so embarrassing at times.
One in particular has been around for a long time. Whether he's actually making more of an effort to go pro in the tramp world, I don't know, but he has certainly cleaned up his image and now sports a suit. Professional beggars have a knack of putting twenty propositions in one sentence. It might start off with you couldn't spare 10p, and as soon as you reach for your pocket they've haggled you up to a pound or two. They seem to be modern wizards of the sentence. It sounds something like...
'you couldn't spare 10, bzzzwzz 20hmmms 40 zzrrrmmmz 50 quid?' Seriously, someone should record this genius! Anyway//
Boozehound and Cash cow is apparently the ideal chemistry for a bottle of White Lightning and a theoretical cup of tea.
This time it was different. This one 'got of out court'; this one 'was desperate to travel 20 miles'. For most normal people this situation was like having a mosquito land on your cream bun. For me it was an opportunity to tentatively reach for my bag of gold, simultaneously covering away my precious 'theoretical money'. I should have known the moment he wiped sweat of his brow and complained that he was freezing. The travel fare escalated from just over a pound then tripled in zero point eight seconds. In order for me to lay a golden egg he knew he would have to bring out the big guns. You know, I'm actually dumb enough to fall for fake tears. Thankfully I'm not dumb enough to give out my home address and telephone number, nor did I want to visit at 21 skunk avenue, dodo town, planet cold turkey.
For gods sake, I should know all about junkies, I've had them 'borrowing' from me in the past- and more recently turning them down- for long enough. I can't help any of these people. The people with both real and made-up problems in the world either need financial support, someone to talk at, and... something else that I can't think of right now. I always think that Buddhists are great- because the real ones haven't got any money or proper clothes or playstations and they're not on television so they can't entertain me - but that's not true at all. I don't know where any Buddhists hang out... the Krsna's and Jehovas on the other hand,
well.
So, I'm finding the whole helping out thing pretty difficult. I spring into action on the odd occasion but haven't yet really committed myself to anything truly mind shatteringly life changing. Young, free, single, useless... four check boxes. How does the domesticated animal find a way? My helping ideals feel like ideals, and the reality is, I want to distance myself from the 'needy'. Some people in this world are such caring souls, but it's not enough to wannabe one. This isn't hardly a problem... I'm above average when it comes to the crunch on a public sidewalk, but professionally, socially, economically it's all so confuzzling.
I find the world and myself all so embarrassing at times.
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and work on actually being more good natured rather than hoping to be some sort of do-gooder.
haha, we'll see
Have you read up on the Boddhisattva ideal in detail?
If you think it would help, and I usually read resources, that other forum members recommend.
How about this one?: http://www.exoticindiaart.com/article/bodhisattva
http://www.shambhalasun.com/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=3001&Itemid=0
Trungpa Rinpoche wrote about giving without credentials... instead of offering little truths to further our reputation, we offer something of greater benefit.
I can see that privacy most definitely runs against what it means to be in a community. In striving to be individual and independent we actually become rather selfish, instead of bonding as a community we lost something especially precious. Aren't some of us separated into groups and cliques in order to develop a sense of security and community?
I suppose it's quite a broad topic, and quite a thought provoking one. Well, I mean, the articles you posted had that sort of effect.
Very interesting Kaya!
Namaste.