tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26259667433393632732024-03-14T01:48:01.761-07:00Poverty RocksThis blog is about easing the pain of poverty...for the millions who are in it now and the millions more who are getting ready to take the plunge.annigirl72http://www.blogger.com/profile/02885530306945070792noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2625966743339363273.post-63861311821636295602012-04-29T22:09:00.000-07:002012-04-30T08:30:25.974-07:00Less Is More<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">So I noticed that my blog aims to ease the "pain" of poverty and I thought to myself, I don't think I'm doing such a good job with that on here but the truth is all I can really do is tell you that ultimately it is not your fault and hope that eases the guilt that's been heaped upon you for so long. (so you can stop your own self incrimination) I would also add that a complete deprogramming of what you consider valuable is probably in order. (at least it was for me)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">First of all, you've heard it before but, more is not necessarily better. This is especially true for the poor after all you don't need more clothes or dishes to wash and you don't need a bigger place to put all the junk you have accumulated in. That will just cost more to heat and cool, and unless you get rid of the crap it won't look any more distinguished than the one room tiny hole in the wall you hopefully have now. So just get rid of all that junk that you don't need or use. If you can have a yard sale super, it doesn't hurt to at least try and make a few extra bucks but if no one buys it even for a quarter get it out of your life for good. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">There is nothing worse than living in a junk filled space. First of all when you are poor you have an obligation to yourself to think as clearly as possible and you do not need the distraction of living in clutter. Also, it will ease your mind whether you are like me and have moved a lot or not, you need to know that whether the eviction notice comes today or in 10 years, your most prized possessions are organized and can easily be packed in just a few minutes. Not to mention if you truly make it to the completely homeless stage or living out of your car stage, there is nothing worse than try to haul around a bunch of junk. Let's face it, the shit is heavy. So lighten your load or you will find you lose a lot of stuff when you are stressed and need to move in a pinch. Remember, help is hard to find when you are poor and you need it NOW, so be prepared.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Try to cut your wardrobe down now while you can still think clearly. Pick out three or four shirts and two to three pants or skirts where everything can be mix matched to make a week's wardrobe without looking like you only have one set of clothes. Try to pick out the quality items if you can. One pair of shoes for everyday, and another for the very occasional time you will need to dress up (think that elusive job interview), just because you are poor doesn't mean you need to look like a slob so pick well. Dark colors will stay clean looking for longer as long as they don't attract lint in case you don't have easy access to laundry facilities. Also pick clothes that wash well and don't wrinkle even when folded for long periods of time, ironing boards and irons are a pain to haul around. Hint: you don't need more than one set of sleeping clothes because even if you do have a place to crash chances are you will be too tired from you life to change into them much of the time.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">After this meditate on the fact that less is always more and remember all those times you had loads and loads of laundry to do and how it could last all day. Now it will take a few minutes of your time to get it all done in one fell swoop. Also, cleaning your place will take less and less time and that will free up even more time for those daily meditations you will need to do to keep yourself straight with stress and disappointments. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">If you have access to a computer and you have one of those fancy cell phones that have been turned off, just so you know these make great music players. Just go online and download some free meditation music or inspirational speakers on to them (and your favorite songs from all those Cd's you will eventually leave behind, you don't need the whole album anyway), plug in some head phones and you are your way to keeping insanity and despair at bay. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Everyday even though you are poor and depressed by that, put on your favorite music and go for a brisk walk for at least 15 minutes at a time. Do this as often as you can to keep yourself healthy and looking as good as you can, now is not the time to let yourself go. Just keep in mind that the bigger you are, the more space your clothes will take up and the heavier they will be to carry. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>annigirl72http://www.blogger.com/profile/02885530306945070792noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2625966743339363273.post-11494214320054916732012-04-25T09:49:00.000-07:002012-04-25T10:25:16.468-07:00My Mother's House<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Not having any money often leaves poor people in a position to be abused. I'll use myself as an example here. I've often when faced with homelessness returned to my mother's house. While initially welcoming me back in the first twenty-four hours, she will then make a trip to the liquor store, get drunk, and then carry on for hours on end about what a loser and disappointment I am. The insults go deep into the heart of me. As I write this she is outside the bedroom door where my children and I are hiding, ordering me to open the door, and if I don't she says she will call the sheriff to have me removed. This is a scenario that I've gone through time and time again. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Last night she grabbed me and pushed me across the porch while screaming "You fucking loser. I don't want your fucking ass in my house. You fucked up your life. You have no money. You have no job. You are a fucking parasite! We should line people like you up and fucking exterminate you just like the Nazi's did with the Jews." (This reference clearly has something to do with the fact that she is originally from Germany. Did growing up in that environment suck the basic humanity out of her? My childhood would suggest it did.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">If you have ever been around drunk people, you know how utterly hateful and disgusting they can be, but a drunk person who has economic superiority over you whether they are your mother, boyfriend, husband, or government is a beast not to be reckoned with. Of course, you should never argue with a drunk person because that only strengthens them into assaulting your person even further. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Being backed into a corner when faced with living on the street or putting up with this type of person makes it easy to forget. I don't know why but I always forget that she is like this. I've several times packed my children up with out so much as a dime and taken my chances on the street because after a show like this initially the street presents itself as more kind. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Many philosophies suggest that we should be grateful for our experiences whether good or bad because they ultimately shape who we are. I've spent a good amount of my lifetime seeking the spiritual which I believe is due to the incredible amount of humiliation and pain I've encountered in this human realm. Last night and this morning, I sat facing my mother without objection or retort and I saw the incredible amount of pain that her beliefs about me were causing her.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I listened to everything from "I gave birth to Satan. You are not my daughter. I am not your mother." to "I don't want you anymore. I don't want your children. I wish you would stop screwing up and imposing on my life" without reaction. I imagined that a warm light from beyond was protecting my heart, that no amount of abusive words could change who I was and I suddenly had the impulse to go out and ease the suffering of someone else but it was late at night, the car is completely empty of gas, and I have about ten dollars to my name.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">So here I sit with the children in one of her upstairs bedrooms. I would be calling shelters to see if there is anywhere, anywhere at all, that might be able to provide us shelter but the phone is off we think due to the fact that they were working on the road near us. My only other option is to just drive on down the road but the lack of gas would just have us out of gas miles from any town as we are in a semi-remote area. I did ask about shelters in the town near us and I was told that the most I could hope for was one of the local churches putting us up in a motel for a couple nights and I don't see how that would help me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">So I deal with my lot in life. I listen and endure and I make sure to do all the things a good house guest would do like never leaving a dirty dish and picking up after the children. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Yesterday, I thought she was offering to let us move back in as she was going over the "rules of the land" for staying here but it looks like she had a change of heart. She blames me for my predicament and it's true I haven't always been able to think straight. Bouts of depression and anxiety have often gripped me. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I don't know what will happen when she sobers up but I suspect that I will either have to leave or listen to a daily monologue of how I failed at life, at being a mother, and every other thing I've ever tried. I guess I'll just wait for the phone to be turned on or the sheriff shows up to evict us. If I could leave on my own I would as I don't believe I have a right to stay where I'm not wanted in a place that does not belong to me. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I do however need a way to leave. Perhaps I should just pack a few backpacks and we could set out on foot. The nearest town is 23 miles away but if we hitch hiked then maybe we could get a ride. I just don't know what I would do once we got there. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Well, got to go. She was thankfully passed out in her bed for a time but I can hear she is up again. So let the raging begin again and as it does, let the sun shine warmth my way so I don't believe a word she says. Then maybe a miracle will come my way. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>annigirl72http://www.blogger.com/profile/02885530306945070792noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2625966743339363273.post-6632777503889985642012-04-23T15:48:00.000-07:002012-04-23T15:48:03.941-07:00Spirit Blowing Softly<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Sitting here with my heart in my hands wondering why it still beats, solidly, soundly, like a rhythmic thunder of a distant time from the lost world that once was. Sometimes I think I can remember being a part of the earth, somewhere wildly peaceful like a wide open plain with my Native American grandmother whose spirit departed before I was born. We are together, wrapped in a colorful drapery of blankets before a small fire with the wind as spirit blowing softly upon our faces. Hers is wrinkled and wise, mine is young and pure, together I see us sitting upon the earth that is solid below us. There are no thoughts between us, no words spoken, and yet knowing each other perfectly, we are one, solid and transparent at one with everything, a family in the deepest sense knowing neither will ever part.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I could say it never happened but how do I know it wasn't just another time or perhaps it's just as real now because I brought it up in form on this page. I might be dreaming or mad but what does that matter to anyone if it brings up in me a feeling that makes the present moment less hostile? Anything, even a memory whether real or not, becomes welcome when it brings a little comfort to an unacceptable reality. That someone I never even met but who is connected to me by being my grandmother, to think that I was once cared for by her, that I was treasured is surely worth a little imagining.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Now that I am in limbo, ultimately alone, with no one to belong to anymore except my children who depend on me to figure this out, it is a lonely world. The sense of being a part of disappeared years ago when I had to deal with the fact that I was homeless and nobody cared enough to help. I could walk around all day in the city watching people shopping for the most useless and inane items, gulping down fat laden Big Macs and over-sized Cola's and they walk right by the homeless man sitting alone in the cold. Even I with nothing, barely still surviving at that point would toss him something.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Once not long ago, my children having received just a dollar each from a friend and knowing that we too were homeless gave it all away to the homeless man in front of the Walgreen's I had taken them to so they could spend their money on a chocolate bar or whatever other treat you could get for a dollar. A passerby who had just gotten out of his fancy car applauded them in all his gall. He couldn't spare the man even a dime while he sat on a cold pavement in the freezing drizzle of the day. People are such hypocrites. They sit in their comfy homes and bemoan such atrocities but what do they do to ease the suffering when they could easily spare a $5, a $10, $20, or even more? </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Oh, I know what they think, they think there are government programs to take care of those people but worse than that they are thinking that poor people are just stupid and they should suffer the consequences of their obviously poor choices that landed them in poverty to begin with. Yes, that's what they are really thinking. We are a country that loves punishment in all it's forms. We love victims and suffering as long as it's not happening to us. As outraged as we claim to be as a nation, when we see the suffering of others on T.V. it makes us feel that we are a nation better than never realizing that we are the worst kind of hypocrite imaginable.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">If anything the poor are an embarrassment to self-righteous Americans who would not have their name smeared by the truth of what they really are. No, of course not, nobody likes to be exposed to the quick like that, a country that actually is responsible for plunging millions of people all over the world into starvation and if that wasn't bad enough raping them through cheap labor practices of every last bit of dignity they might have had. Nobody wants to see that staring them in the face right here at home so for years we tried to hide it by giving the poor in this country just enough to keep them from being seen above the radar.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The game is finally up though. We poor are realizing that far from being a social blight on the country, we are actually the backbone of it after all, if we weren't here just think how many of you would actually be out of a job and joining us? Let's see, just how many welfare workers does the government employ to take care of all us losers? How many illnesses does living in a prolonged state of lack produce that will need to be treated by tens upon thousands of psychologists, counselors, employment and unemployment centers, medical personnel, and lets not forget the police force who now arrest thousands of us because living on the street is now a crime?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We need to realize our true worth and stop participating in our own oppression by working for a wage that hasn't increased in more than thirty years, by no longer seeking an answer to our poverty in ourselves (What do you mean working at McDonalds isn't satisfying you? Are you sure you don't have some form of depression?) and by forming alliances so huge that no police force can capture us, then many more will be joining us unashamed at last in the bread line.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Until then, I'll occasionally remember a time when things were different.</span>annigirl72http://www.blogger.com/profile/02885530306945070792noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2625966743339363273.post-57496529511879162842012-04-19T22:42:00.000-07:002012-04-20T00:00:44.460-07:00Day From Hell<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">There are days for the truly impoverished that seem </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">unrelentingly unbearable. Days when the insecurity, stagnation, and just the flat out hopelessness of your life will get to you and you will not be able to see that there will ever be a way out. It's also very likely that while this sounds pessimistic, it could very well be true. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">Deep down you cradle your hopes and dreams but even deeper down than that you know you have to come to terms with where you ended up on the financial scale. You have to come to terms with the fact that it's quite possible you will live like this or even worse till the end of your days. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">If this seems just a little dark consider the facts surrounding you that your best efforts to stay above water have gotten you where you are right now. Perhaps, if you lived in a different world or a different country things might have turned out better but that's not what happened and it's neither here nor there at this point.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The only thing that matters now is how you deal with now and some days are bound to be better than others. On occasion, however, you will have to deal with that one day that for whatever reason feels like it will do you in. On these days, you may either be filled with incredible anger or it's opposite, incredible sadness. Sadness is easier to deal with but basically they are the same animal.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The first thing to keep at the fore front of your mind on a day like this is that nothing, absolutely nothing on this earth lasts forever. This hour will end, this feeling will end, this day will end, this problem will end, whatever it is that's happening that seems so painful to you on this day will ultimately vanish into thin air, of this you can be sure. When everything feels like it's falling down around you, this is the one thing you can absolutely count on.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">If you can, think back to a time at least a year or two ago when you were completely panicked and sure that nothing was going to work out. Chances are that nothing you thought would happen if it happened at all did not happen anywhere close to the horrific way you thought it would. It's the same thing now so just relax. Take the day off.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">First off, you can only do what you can do and once stress gets a hold of you that will be even less than usual. Most people don't understand the tremendous pressure a poor person goes through on a daily basis and they don't have the slightest idea of how these things can build up and paralyze a person. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">That's when the day from hell will catch you and even things that you thought couldn't go wrong will. You may come down with the flu, the babysitter will show up drunk or not at all, your car won't start, and you will realize that very last twenty dollar bill you thought you had for gas is no where to be found (Did you spend it? You have no idea, your brain is shot.) all on the same day.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Yes, there will be days like this but you won't die. Chances are very, very good that you will still be here tomorrow and a year from now you will look back and wonder why you were so upset.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>annigirl72http://www.blogger.com/profile/02885530306945070792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2625966743339363273.post-74271512525454416272012-04-18T22:42:00.000-07:002012-04-19T08:59:25.955-07:00Is The End Near?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Have you ever wondered why people are attracted to end of the world predictions and the videos that go with them? Every now and then I find myself looking up keywords like Elenin (extinction level event), solar flares, volcano levels, earthquake trends and I realized that instead of wanting to be prepared for some monstrous world changing catastrophe, I secretly wished it would happen already.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I wonder if I'm alone in this, secretly wishing that something natural and unavoidable would put an end to the suffering that living in this horrific war filled world creates. Everyday on the news I watch as another unimaginable injustice or atrocity is committed by some power hungry, unconscionable human driven entity. Just being American brings up feelings of terror and horror when faced with the fact that my own people stand by doing nothing to stop the crimes that are committed in their name.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">As a human being I have to wonder WHY? Why does it have to be this way? Why do a select few, obviously unenlightened mentally deranged people get to make all the decisions that affect so many? Can't anyone see that what they do is pure madness? Can you imagine yourself going around killing any human being in the name of ANYTHING? I mean really isn't this common sense? Would you walk over to your neighbors house and shoot up the whole family because you were afraid they might do that to you one day? </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Of course, you wouldn't because you are not insane. Why can't we see that anyone who would is? Just how much clearer does it have to be for us to stop letting the insane rule our countries and our world? Why should anyone rule over anyone? Can't we make our own decisions? Are our lives not our own to shape anymore?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The better question is what if anything can be done about it? Even peaceful protesters are getting locked up now and still nobody blinks an eye? It's just so bizarre it's like we are living in a science fiction movie that never ends. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The most bizarre thing of all to me though is the fact that nobody notices. Or worse than that, nobody cares. What has happened to us that nobody cares about anyone else anymore? </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Maybe it is time for the world as we know it to end. Maybe we have passed the threshold of human ignorance and indifference. Maybe it really is too late, to late to end the violence, the inequality, the obvious prejudice and hatred toward our fellow man. Maybe, whatever intelligence that created this world, if indeed there is one has had enough. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">How much farther down the scale of inhumanity can we go? I for one don't want to be here to see it. I don't want to see another Nazi Germany. I don't even want to see another bomb go off. I don't want to sit back and watch people starving to death all over the planet knowing all the while that there is enough for everyone and it doesn't have to be this way. Worst of all, I don't want to do it knowing I did nothing to stop it. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I for one know that I did not come to this world for this. I was not born so that I might live as a monster, an uncaring, unfeeling aberration of life. I was not born to suffer a life of poverty either wondering whether my children would eat or have shelter from day to day. I did not come to be a witness to this because that would make me unworthy of life.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I was born to live in peace, love, and harmony or I would not have been born. Even if by some miracle, I could acquire some measure of comfort how does one enjoy it knowing that so many others still suffer immeasurably? I guess the real question is how do I live in a world like this one?</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I don't think I can if something drastic doesn't change this course we are on. I can't just stand by helplessly while the world is plunged into this senseless abyss of heartless barbarism. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I don't know what I can do. The question isn't how can I change my life anymore, the question is how can I change the world.</span><br />
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</div>annigirl72http://www.blogger.com/profile/02885530306945070792noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2625966743339363273.post-75972147938528790992012-04-18T17:40:00.000-07:002012-04-18T18:05:17.436-07:00Fighting Hunger<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Coming soon to an American city near you!</span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-size: large;">Now that I'm fasting and I'm halfway through my
first day, I have to play a game with myself.
I have to pretend that this gnawing feeling of hunger I'm now walking
around with is "a good thing."
Not only is it good, it's downright "noble". This is the game I have to play with myself
at the beginning of a fast because the first two to three days are the hardest
part to get through for me. It's like my
body and mind will team up against me and come up with a relentless amount
of fantastic reasons why I should put some more cheap and unnutritious food into
my mouth.</span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN" style="font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">With the game's help during the fast I can convince myself
that I'm actually a worthwhile intelligent creative person, a boost my ego is
always looking for since being poor in America is like being a cat in a dog
kennel. After all, we might as well face it, Americans HATE
POOR PEOPLE! The trick here is not to
let myself feel deprived which is something all well adjusted poor people have
to do on a daily basis if we want to keep our dignity from being systematically
stripped away from us. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">The other thing I have to keep convincing myself
is that "I am doing this for my health and it has nothing to do with the
fact that I can't afford to buy food that my body would thank me for feeding
it." If I don't keep this up front,
I might start to feel sorry for myself and that isn't an emotion I enjoy at
all. Personally, self pity is something that I try to avoid
at all costs because being stuck in that will shut me down faster than having a
house dropped on my head.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">Initially during a fast it may be hard to think rationally but facts stand that fasting helps
rid the body of toxins, facilitates healing, and actually promotes life
longevity. I haven't had any health
insurance in almost ten years so it's important to keep my body from coming
down with anything serious because I wouldn't be able to get treatment for it
if I did. So far, I haven't needed a
doctor in all this time and I'd like to keep it that way since I don't trust
them anyway.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">Although
it's been awhile since I fasted (my last fast was over a year ago and lasted
exactly one week) I remember going from being in the same semi-depressed tired
state to a state of increased energy and mental clarity. As a poor person, I am constantly having to
rid myself of negative thoughts to keep myself focused on just getting through
the day on a budget of nothing which means in a nutshell I won't be going
anywhere more interesting than around the block for a walk anytime soon.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">Exercise is really a must for the chronically
poor since it is free. The media will
have you believe otherwise by advertising fancy gyms, good workout shoes, and
the like but I'm here to tell say you can get yourself in optimal shape without
spending a dime. Nothing gets me feeling
like a million dollars (okay $100) than a good long jog. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">The thing is that contrary to the name of this
blog, poverty can do you in if you are not on top of it and let it get to
you. The evidence of this is all around
you if you just look. Poor people are
more likely to be sick, over-weight, addicted to something, mentally ill, and
just plain apathetic. Living successfully
through poverty is definitely not for the feeble minded, you must take charge
of your physical and mental well being if you want to survive it. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-size: large;">That's why I'm fasting this week. It's basically survival 101 for this poverty
stricken mom. </span><span style="font-size: 20pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<br /></div>annigirl72http://www.blogger.com/profile/02885530306945070792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2625966743339363273.post-9217360005442022182012-04-18T09:48:00.000-07:002012-04-18T11:22:38.417-07:00Too Much Peanut Butter<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Poor people usually don't eat right because they have to eat foods that will fill them up without costing a lot. This week, for instance, I found myself eating a peanut butter sandwich about two or three times a day. ( As a mother, I always save the best food for my children since they still have that keen sense of what their bodies need which unfortunately gets interpreted as "the picky eater."</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">At any rate, although I've never been overweight, I notice that at certain times the pressure of being poor coupled with a lousy food and drink intake can take it's toll on me. For me it manifests as a dull lethargic kind of sensation that seems to hide just under the surface of everything I do. Some may call it the proverbial "bad mood" assuming it's purely a mental condition but for me it's definitely a physical one.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">My body becomes bloated, my face feels like it's sagging, and my natural energy level becomes sub-par. I believe not recognizing that this condition is a combination of stress and lack of healthy sustenance leads may poor to seek mental help and many of them wind up on all sorts of dangerous drugs designed to offset the real problem. ( The graph at the very bottom of this link shows that the increase in anti-depressant use is highest among the poor. </span><a href="http://meps.ahrq.gov/mepsweb/data_files/publications/st76/stat76.pdf">http://meps.ahrq.gov/mepsweb/data_files/publications/st76/stat76.pdf</a>) </div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I personally fell into this trap for years blaming my state of mind (and subsequent long lasting poverty) on some mental defect or on the doctors diagnoses of me as "chronically depressed." Ironically, no high doses or combinations of these popular drugs ever made me "feel" any better so some years ago now, I finally stopped looking for the answer to my poverty in them.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Too many poor people unfortunately fall into this trap and wind up poisoning their bodies with these prescribed drugs which only serve to keep them numb, unthinking, and docile never realizing that their poverty is a condition of an unequal and unjust societal plague. ( Let me just mention once here that the pharmaceutical companies who make these drugs are laughing all the way to the bank.)</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The fact that natural remedies exist for cleansing your body and mind isn't something the mainstream poor person examines very often but they should because if you are poor it is even more "IMPERATIVE" that you remain alert and in top physical condition. Everyone can make their own decisions on what that might entail. I am going to go on a fast starting today.</span></div>
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<br /></div>annigirl72http://www.blogger.com/profile/02885530306945070792noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2625966743339363273.post-85485324240284087162012-04-16T12:16:00.000-07:002012-04-18T11:22:59.330-07:00Make A Difference<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span lang="EN" style="font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">The thing about poverty is that once you are in
it, it really is hard to get out of. It
is a proven fact that whether you were born into it or fell into it later on
your own, once you are there, the climb out is nearly impossible.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">Understanding that nothing you did or didn't do
in the past can change the fact that it's happened to YOU is crucial to getting
through this phase of your life (let's hope it's a phase) with as little
heart-ache as possible. I bring this up
again and again because it is so important but you MUST not blame yourself for this predicament.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">Adding to your
stress and depression level at a time like this is just dangerous. You have enough to deal with so be NICE to
yourself as much as you can. DO NOT, I repeat
DO NOT listen to anyone or anything that will bring you down. (that includes your mother)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">No amount of analyzing how you got here will make
a bit of difference so let it go. Vanished, good-bye, no more!</span><br />
<span lang="EN" style="font-size: large; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span><br />
<span lang="EN" style="font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">Unemployed? No problem. Your job now is to do anything and everything
that you enjoy doing that doesn't cost money.
This is the time to explore all those things you didn't have time for
when you were busy slaving away making a few people super wealthy.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="font-size: large; line-height: 115%;"> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">Reading, writing, meditating, exploring your
connection to being, walking, jogging, and spending quality time with your
children are a few things I like that don't cost a thing but follow your own
interests.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">Remember, the world is negative enough without
you adding to it. Just keep in mind that
much of the world is experiencing economic hardships (except about 1% of the
population) and we all need to keep it on a positive note. The world and the universe does respond to
energy so be the one who makes yourself and others smile as often as you can,
anything less is just irresponsible. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">Take this time to connect with people whether
online or in person, preferably both.
Connections to others is the fabric that can sustain you through
anything so now is not the time to lock yourself in your mind and retreat from
the world. Your mind can't help you
through this, if left to your mind you may wind up in the mental ward and you
don't want that, even the street is better than being locked up.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">Your mind will tell you all kinds of things that are not
true so don't listen to it. Contrary to
popular belief, being poor is not all that bad if you are able to make the most
of it. Many wise and enlightened people
came from poverty, much more in fact than came from wealth and privilege and
the whole of upper and middle class combined. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">So consider yourself lucky that you have this
opportunity to be and know who you truly are.
Not everyone gets the chance to live through something like this and
most if it is thrust upon them will fight it to the end never realizing
anything. Some people for whatever
reason just won't or can not wake up.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">But you can.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">You can make a difference in someones' life today<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-size: large;">even if it is just your own.</span><span style="font-size: 20pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>annigirl72http://www.blogger.com/profile/02885530306945070792noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2625966743339363273.post-61561360663213698262012-04-15T20:58:00.001-07:002012-04-18T11:23:14.198-07:00The Big Question<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">So now what, you are poor, stuck in a shitty little apartment, or worse, homeless? Your days go by dealing with one frustration after another. You feel sorry for yourself and you are jealous of all those vain bastards driving brand new SUV's, sporting some fancy threads and a Gucci handbag. Is that you?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">You walk by all those expensive restaurants, take a look inside at the aliens sipping champagne and eating gourmet meals and you feel? What do you feel? What are all those emotions rising up in you?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Now you turn away, pretend you don't give a damn, turn yourself off like they turned your electricity off last month. You are in the dark with only a candle, a small flame that you can't even read by, a light so small you can only see a foot or two in front of you.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Your mind goes into over-drive and starts to explore the what-ifs? What if I'd done that or what if I hadn't done this? Where would I be now if I'd just been stronger, smarter, or more persistent? </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Yes, here in lies the BIG QUESTION every poor person wants to know and it goes like this.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">IS THIS MY FAULT?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Every poor person out there wants to know the answer to that question and here is what I have to say about it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> It really doesn't matter. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">"What do you mean it doesn't matter?" you might ask now and I'll say it again "It doesn't matter."</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">You are where you are. Have you made mistakes? Of course, you have, you are human. No human can go through life without them, not you, not me, not anybody. This, however, doesn't make your poverty "your own damn fault." And nothing, absolutely nothing, you did or didn't do to wind up eating beans is a reflection on who you are. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">You can not go back. You can not change the past. It is gone forever. You have no access to it. "Back to the Future" was just a movie.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Neither can you go forward. You can not jump into next week or next year. Your future is an illusion. You don't have one.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">All you have is what you see in front of you right now. There is nothing else. So you can stop asking the question because it makes absolutely no difference to anyone if you had a fortune and pissed it away, or you had a job and got laid off, or fired, or quit because you couldn't stand it anymore. Nobody cares, why do you? </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Thinking about all that crap is like pissing on yourself and why piss on yourself when the world is willing to do that for you? </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Yes, the world hates and blames poor people.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Don't add to it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">You're better than that.</span><br />
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<br />annigirl72http://www.blogger.com/profile/02885530306945070792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2625966743339363273.post-71144598025212469722012-04-14T09:47:00.001-07:002012-04-18T11:23:29.198-07:00Poor Entertainment<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Good morning, it's your lazy, worthless, disgusting poor person here ready to do nothing productive all day but drink coffee and muse on the wonders of homelessness. That's right folks, jobs like writing and blogging, are only jobs if you get paid for them and you can prove you are "somebody" worth reading about.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Take my mother, for instance, whenever I see her she can not resist the urge to tell me from the bottom on up what a worthless piece of crap I am and that I should be out begging to clean someone's toilet for a buck instead of sitting on my ass writing.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Self-riotous people love nothing so much as getting down on the down and out. Nothing else in the world makes them feel more Superior than seeing a poor person. It's such a tremendous ego boost for them they just can't resist it. Rule number #1 (if you are poor) is don't take these people seriously. If they were such fantastically upstanding people, they would be spreading joy and warmth not smirking at you.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">This is easier said then done but with just a little practice you can get it down. Just remember that when they are dead their body will decay in exactly the same way yours will. No difference there. After that, mentally dive right down into your own heart and know that you are good after all you know that your own level of compassion and empathy is alive and well. Don't bother thinking you are better than them, you're not. You are the same animal dressed in different clothing. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Differences are the colors that make the world a beautiful place so keep in mind that you and your situation are different not less than. Think of it this way, if there were no poor people how would a rich person know they were rich? You are providing a valuable service by reminding them that their lives aren't so bad after all. They will look at you and be grateful for the comforts they get to enjoy everyday like going out to eat in a restaurant, driving their car, and having a bed they can sleep in.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Trust me there are a lot of people out there who have a nice home, a great job, and a wonderful family who are completely miserable so take the time to observe them when you get the chance because they are EVERYWHERE. You will see them becoming irritated at the most inconsequential things like having to wait in the check-out line or the traffic stop. My mother for instance goes completely ape shit bonkers if you fail to close the gate on her porch. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Why am I telling you all this? It's simple really. Poor people need entertainment more than most people to distract them from the things they have to deal with that really do suck. ( like running out of food or having your cell phone disconnected FOR GOOD) So sit back and have a chuckle at all those pissed off people running around like their pants are on fire. Once you develop the eye for it, there's no amount of money that can buy this uncensored type of entertainment.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">So open your eyes, the world really is your playground.</span>annigirl72http://www.blogger.com/profile/02885530306945070792noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2625966743339363273.post-40893069086230356772012-04-13T22:34:00.000-07:002012-04-18T11:23:52.364-07:00It's Dead<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Don't worry, it's dead. It's not going to pop off your computer screen into your tidy sprawling home.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">This is a poor man's nightmare. It's the dreaded cockroach and my friends trailer is chock full infested with them. Now don't get all up on your high horse and think that he lives in filth. The cockroaches were here when he moved in. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Well, why doesn't he tell his landlord about them and demand they do something about them" you might ask. I did. I asked and you know what? His answer made perfect sense to me when I found out he is sometimes late on the rent or can't pay it all. His landlord takes what she can get and doesn't make a fuss. So neither does he.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Personally, I detest the nasty little creatures. They totally freak me out or at least they did. I'm getting used to killing them now. Sometimes I stay up till four in the morning, spray bottle in hand and go on a rampage like a military drone exploding a village.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Every time I think I'm getting a handle on them, there comes the night when they think it's safe to come outside again. They are wrong every time. GOTCHA!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">One thing I'm really happy about (yes seriously there is an upside to this story) is that cock-roaches are small and somewhat easy to annihilate. Rats are not. You probably don't know this but poor people often live with rats. Believe me, I know it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">There is nothing quite as startling as sitting on the pot trying to take a dump and having one run over your foot. Or turning on the light in the kitchen and finding one stuck in your sink UNABLE TO GET OUT! Yes, it's true, I once rented a place like this. It was of course city approved. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">It had roaches too but somehow the rats took precedent over them so I didn't notice them as much.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Well, I'll keep you updated on the roach infestation. I know you are just as interested in that as I am.</span><br />
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<br />annigirl72http://www.blogger.com/profile/02885530306945070792noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2625966743339363273.post-68561976691089832182012-04-13T21:21:00.001-07:002012-04-18T11:24:07.675-07:00We Are Nothing<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">The thing about having nothing is that there is nothing to lose or at least less to lose depending where you fall on the ladder of things. I can't lose my job, I can't lose my home, I can't even lose face because when you are poor you've already done all that.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">These are actually wonderful things to experience because when it comes right down to it, it's good to know that I am nothing. There are millions upon millions of people in the world so what is the worth of one person?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Nothing.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Oh, misguided ignorant people might subscribe that some ridiculously rich and famous person is something, but I tell you nobody is anybody special. We are all nothing in the scope of things. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Eventually, you will die and eventually anyone who knew you will die, and eventually even those people who they might have told stories about you will die till eventually any trace of you is gone. You never mattered anyway.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">There is real freedom in this because once you realize you are an absolute zero, you can stop struggling to be something that you could never be anyway. You don't need for people to understand you anymore. You don't have to explain what the hell happened anymore. It's all completely absurd. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">You don't have to change anything you can't change anymore. If you could change and you are reading this don't you think you would have achieved this or that change by now? It's not going to happen so now you can stop your completely useless and incessant planning and scheming.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">You can stop driving yourself mad trying to find an answer to it all. You realize there isn't one. For whatever reason or whatever course your life took to land you in poverty, it's pointless to rehash it again and again. You are here and you are here NOW.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">NOW you are poor and that's okay because your life was pointless to begin with and it will end the same way.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">After that, what's left to worry about? </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The pressure is off.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">You can be happy you got to walk down the street a few times. You can be happy that breathing is free.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Everything else you get is just a bonus.</span><br />
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<br /></div>annigirl72http://www.blogger.com/profile/02885530306945070792noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2625966743339363273.post-48214688671663594062012-04-13T16:30:00.001-07:002012-04-18T11:24:19.021-07:00We Are Awesome<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Okay, let's get started. We don't have a home but because I'm basically a nice, generous person, and I've managed to make at least one friend in life who is actually happy to have my company (everyday) in his home. No, we are not an item. We are friends. I add that in case there is a prejudiced person reading this who thinks that poor women have no morals or values. (SCREW YOU) I also don't do drugs. I'm not an alcoholic and I'm neither mentally ill or unstable. (SCREW YOU AGAIN)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">When I say "we" I'm referring to myself and my three children. I am a single mom and to put your question to rest, I CHOSE to be this way. The father is a creep, so I threw him to the curb, and gratefully he never came back. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">That's all I'm going to tell you about my personal life so let's move on. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I'm having the time of my life on most days. I don't care that my fingernails and toes aren't manicured and I don't long to walk around like a zombie at the mall buying things that are perfectly useless like a $200 picture frame or an expensive espresso machine. The receptacle I make coffee in isn't worth two bucks but it makes one nice big cup at a time and it works just fine.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We ARE among the lucky poor that have a computer and my friend graciously lets us use his wireless Internet connection. (to haunt you with) We do not have cable TV here so I'm grateful my kids don't get hooked into all those idiotic children's shows that have nothing to do with the reality of anyone who actually lives in this world. Please, when is the last time you saw a kid on Disney channel screaming "Cockroach" or doing the dishes. Piss on that. I'm happy to say that since we've been staying here I've reduced the cockroach population by at least a thousand. (and that's without dangerous chemicals and just common household remedies...like borax and the bottom of my shoe)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We are perfectly above normal people. My children aren't hoodlums or out of control. We don't rob houses at night and you won't hear us cussing each other out from down the street. We don't hit each other. (I don't even spank...read Alice Miller you spanking morons) We are a peaceful, loving family unit.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Poor yes, miserable no. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">You make the best of what you have available to work with.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">That is what poor people do.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We are adaptable.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We are awesome!</span><br />
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<br />annigirl72http://www.blogger.com/profile/02885530306945070792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2625966743339363273.post-72829312858856112002012-04-13T15:16:00.000-07:002012-04-18T11:24:36.966-07:00Poor? Get over it!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">So your living in poverty and your life sucks? I get it. Seriously, I have no income what-so-ever right now since I lost my job but suck my life does not. Okay, so I'm not on the street right now but I have been and if I piss off the only friend I have left in the world, hello pavement.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Now you might think I should be crying in my coffee. NO! Coffee is my favorite beverage, why would I ruin it by diluting it with my salty tears. Salt does not belong in coffee and I'm a happy person if I don't run out of it. Of the four major food groups I can still afford (water, beans, rice, coffee) coffee is my favorite. Coffee has the added quality of making you forget you are hungry.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">So you think poverty is a serious issue, well of course it is, but that doesn't mean it has to ruin a person. I mean I don't take my own poverty all that serious because well, I've learned that doing that to anything usually just exacerbates the problem and I'd prefer not to wind up in the morgue just yet for jumping off the nearest cliff.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I think too one of the major problems with being poor is that poor people don't know what to do with themselves which why I'm writing this blog. Honestly, one thing I've been trying to figure out for years is why so many poor people seem to have so many other problems and I've come to the conclusion that too many of them think they don't matter so I'm here to say "I'm poor and I matter!"</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Just because I don't have a pot to piss in and I live with cockroaches doesn't mean my voice is unworthy of being heard. It also doesn't mean I'm a criminal or that I'm not highly intelligent because if that were true it would mean over 50% of the world's population are just stupid. I don't know about you but most of the stupid people I know actually have a nice home and plenty of money. Many of them are actually running (and ruining) the country.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">So if you are poor and depressed, read on and prepare to laugh a little and live a little. Just in case you are hoping that I might be able to give you some advice on how to get out of poverty let me tell you right now, that is not going to happen because if I knew the answer to that one do you think I would be writing this? </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I'm expert at living in poverty, not getting out of it. Not yet anyway, but if that happens you will be the first to know how it happened. You've got my word on that noise.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Peace and Love because when you're poor like me, that's all you have to give!</span>annigirl72http://www.blogger.com/profile/02885530306945070792noreply@blogger.com0