You see my mom reads this. Sometimes people who know my family read this too. I would hate to be that lady who ruined the family image with her filth mouth. I've done that enough without using the amount of curse words I actually think with. For that, I'm sorry. It doesn't mean I am going to change things, it just means that I am sorry I don't always make you the most proud family out there with my raunchy humor and sailor speak.
Today though, I saw something that irked me so badly that I actually let the words flow out of my mouth, using my outside voice... while sitting at my desk at work. Fortunately, I'm working on a project that is frustrating all of us and it fit perfectly. Azra, please forgive me because I'm going to go against something I wrote to you a couple of weeks ago... I'm going to be judgmental. WITH.A.PASSION!
Welcome to the world of blogging. The land of bloggers is heavily populated by people who are amazing writers with a passion for what they do, and everyone hopes to be the next big thing. Many want to be noticed, loved, and picked up by some publisher or PR agent so they can finally prove to the world that this isn't just a hobby. It's the written version of Hollywood. Each post is your audition tape. It's a game, a way of life, a source of therapy, it's a lot of things. It's not a charity.
Don't get me wrong, there are a LOT of charities out there that use social media and blogging to raise money. The cause is bigger than a single person. If it's done correctly, everyone benefits. If you want to build an orphanage, ping me on Twitter. Same thing for Live Strong, Breast Cancer Awareness, Rett's, and their ilk. I'm game. I don't have a lot of money. I don't have a ton of time. I do however have a sense of community and a heart for giving.
What I do not have a heart for is people who want you to help them when they have made it obvious that they would rather have fun than help themselves. You know what? I'd love to have a luxurious weekend away filled with sex and fun. Most of us would. But if you're having that... and you're broke... and you see a future far off that includes you needing money... might I suggest something radical? Try this. GET A JOB.
I am a completely reasonable person when it comes to this. If you a single parent and have no family or friends to help you out, I can see you telling people that the only job available around you is OTR truck driving and it won't work for your family. If you're handicapped and cannot work, I complete understand. If you are able bodied and not tied to aforementioned disqualifications.... F*CK YOU.
Guess what kids, male or female there are jobs available. No, they don't suit everyone's preference, but they DO in fact put money in the bank and food on the table. If you're currently not paying your own way because you live with someone else... guess what... BONUS you can take a job that pays you money without all of those pesky overhead expenses. You might be away from home more than a day, but come on... wouldn't you be away from home if you moved half way across the country? Yeah? Okay.
There are OTR trucking jobs all over the damned place. These jobs aren't the ideal positions to take if you're planning your climb up the executive f*cking ladder, but they go a hell of a lot further in paying your expenses and saving up for moving to where you REALLY want to be a hell of a lot better than asking people you barely know to donate to your cause. What do you need? $1000? $2000? Easy mark. If you need a damned link just ask me how to use the f*cking internet, and I'll find you that job if you promise not to purposely f*ck up the interview to get the job. I won't even charge you.
My 18 y/o just lost her job and get this... she went back to ramen for lunch and the items available right here at home for entertainment. She doesn't ask me for money. I would gladly give it to her when she asks, but I see the pride in her face when she tells me what she's cut from her expenses (EVERYTHING) and how she's managed to keep her head above water.
I know a lot of people just through the blogosphere that need money. They have been through the wringer. They are doing their damnedest to make ends meet, and they are working their asses off with no breaks. Don't ask me for a sympathy vote because you won't get it. I'm that hard-ass bitch that just wants you to get a job you're perfectly capable of doing without any bullshit excuses.
Call it what you want. Call me a bitch. Call me unsympathetic. I honestly don't care tonight. There are people out there that really need help and aren't getting it... through no fault of their own.