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hummingwolf) wrote2005-02-24 12:15 pm
hummingwolf) wrote2005-02-24 12:15 pm
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I don't mind if someone tells me that I don't seem to fit in this dimension, that I seem to have come from somewhere else. It's been said before. I may cackle if someone describes me as "ethereal" and wonder about the drug abuse history of someone who calls me an "angel" in a non-ironic way, but I don't have a problem with people who think that way. It's not as if I weren't raised by a man who said "No child of mine will ever be human!" after all.
And I don't mind if someone is thrilled with the fact that I'm not part of "The System"... wait, yes I do mind. Don't wax rhapsodic about the fact that I'm not working. Do not tell me that it's beautiful that I haven't "bought in to our culture's ideas about working," because frankly it is not my choice to be unable to work. I tried for years to figure out how to get some kind of gainful employment and the realization that my attempts weren't going to work left me painfully depressed for a long year and pretty damn frustrated now. Whatever issues you may have with your job and your life and the materialistic culture you think you hate do not change the fact that my inability to physically deal with regular employment really pisses me off. Before yesterday, the last time someone had been so pleased by my non-participation in "The System," it was a conspiracy-theorist troll who didn't believe in paying income taxes and lived off the grid as much as he could manage. (The guy was a Usenet troll as well as a troll face-to-face. Contrary to popular belief, the most annoying folks you see online are not always quiet and mild in "real life." Some people really are like that.) Getting the same basic unhelpful reaction from someone whose fees are largely paid by Medicaid is amusing, but not amusing enough.
Right, where was I? Oh, basically--I don't mind flakes. Some of my favorite people are like unto crispy breakfast cereal. Sometimes I am one of those people myself. Don't believe that I object to a "flaky" idea because of its flakiness. What I object to is having my life romanticized by someone who doesn't have to live it. Go ahead and believe that my health problems are caused by my origins in some other dimension if you like. Maybe it's even true. I'm glad you think I'm very spiffy. But don't try to tell me how wonderful it is that I'm here in this world without giving me some assistance or at least suggestions on surviving here. Do not rhapsodize about my life when I don't know how I'll be eating next month and my lungs are filled with goop and I'm hurting and I'm tired and I'm bloody well pissed off at life in general, thank you.
Your fricking tax dollars at work.
And I don't mind if someone is thrilled with the fact that I'm not part of "The System"... wait, yes I do mind. Don't wax rhapsodic about the fact that I'm not working. Do not tell me that it's beautiful that I haven't "bought in to our culture's ideas about working," because frankly it is not my choice to be unable to work. I tried for years to figure out how to get some kind of gainful employment and the realization that my attempts weren't going to work left me painfully depressed for a long year and pretty damn frustrated now. Whatever issues you may have with your job and your life and the materialistic culture you think you hate do not change the fact that my inability to physically deal with regular employment really pisses me off. Before yesterday, the last time someone had been so pleased by my non-participation in "The System," it was a conspiracy-theorist troll who didn't believe in paying income taxes and lived off the grid as much as he could manage. (The guy was a Usenet troll as well as a troll face-to-face. Contrary to popular belief, the most annoying folks you see online are not always quiet and mild in "real life." Some people really are like that.) Getting the same basic unhelpful reaction from someone whose fees are largely paid by Medicaid is amusing, but not amusing enough.
Right, where was I? Oh, basically--I don't mind flakes. Some of my favorite people are like unto crispy breakfast cereal. Sometimes I am one of those people myself. Don't believe that I object to a "flaky" idea because of its flakiness. What I object to is having my life romanticized by someone who doesn't have to live it. Go ahead and believe that my health problems are caused by my origins in some other dimension if you like. Maybe it's even true. I'm glad you think I'm very spiffy. But don't try to tell me how wonderful it is that I'm here in this world without giving me some assistance or at least suggestions on surviving here. Do not rhapsodize about my life when I don't know how I'll be eating next month and my lungs are filled with goop and I'm hurting and I'm tired and I'm bloody well pissed off at life in general, thank you.
Your fricking tax dollars at work.
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My youngersib's bete noir is people who say she must have done something, in a past life or this one, to deserve the lupus. She rightly sees this as a response to their fear that things like that can just happen, and hence could happen to them.
These responses are on the surface more complimentary, but they are still denying your essential reality as a separate person in favor of what they would like to believe. That is annoying to anyone.
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