We were on another thread. And some people were being exceptional cruel to this person because they were paralyzed by fear. Some advocated giving up on this person because they wouldn't help them self. That they should just be allowed to die.
But look how terrified I was until you all answered all my stupid noob questions and cried about how unfair my life was. You all said sorry man, you are going to be OK...even though at one point, I planned on hanging myself from the sweetgum tree in the backyard.
And you know what, I eventually got through it. And I've been fortunate to have been able to babystep my way into this life. Overnighters and weekend trips. Failed but fun adventures. Soon, I will be going full time.And I know that somehow I will be OK.
Now Imagine being a normie with an apple pie life and never being homeless before with no idea what its like, how hard it is. Maybe you had a traumatic life event that led you to homelessness. So now your afraid and in pain.
And instead of having a year to harden yourself you have two weeks or maybe 2 days to prepare youtself for trial by fire. It's scary as hell.
Being physically tough doesn't do much without the mental toughness either. I am 6'2" 200 lbs and a trained fighter. I'm also 40 years old
A few months ago I took down two fratboys who were not only bigger than me but looked like they played for the rugby team. I made a necklace out of one of their teeth Now, I'm not bragging, I know the days of me winning fights are just about over and that terrifies me as well.
But what terrifies me even more is Prison. For me that would be worse than death. That's what I fear the most when I'm out there sleeping in the darkness. Its not the snakes, the lions or the bears...Its not even death.
Its the methaddled crackhead stumbling into my camp to try to buttrape me in the night that I fear. Miraculously, maybe if Im lucky, I win this hypothetical fight. But my purse for winning is 20 years to life in a concrete box surrounded by 1000s of methaddled crack heads just waiting for me to drop the soap.
Its for this reason, I always try to avoid the fight. I apologize even when I don't mean it. I make it a point to be nice to everyone. I share resources with leeches who dont appreciate it. Because sometimes winning is losing. And most of the homebums have seen that I can go. But the feral kids don't fear anything. They travel and hunt in packs.
It sounds so silly I know. But it keeps me up at night. Even when I'm like totally stealth surrounded by improvised weaponry, I can't sleep because of the boogeyman with night vision goggles sneaking towards me in the woods.
My point is it doesn't matter how big or how physically tough you are. Fear can cripple you.
Some of us (not me) are just born tough. Others need to develop it over time. And even if they are too scared at the moment to accept help, they still came to this site for a reason and I don't think we should give up on them even if they fit a certain stereotype of helplessness. That's just callous and crass. Its a synical sign that you have lost one of the better parts of your humanity.
You all have become like family almost. No one else in this world has ever accepted me until you all.
And I refuse to believe that anyone is beyond hope or help.
Sometimes the noobies just need a little compassion and some time to toughen up and figure it out. If its a year from now and they are still crying then maybe they are beyond hope. But not just a couple of days or weeks.
It costs us what 30 seconds of our life to say something positive and supportive. I waste more time that on Instagram.
Its late and I'm not sure any of this made any coherent sense lol but I hope it did.
But look how terrified I was until you all answered all my stupid noob questions and cried about how unfair my life was. You all said sorry man, you are going to be OK...even though at one point, I planned on hanging myself from the sweetgum tree in the backyard.
And you know what, I eventually got through it. And I've been fortunate to have been able to babystep my way into this life. Overnighters and weekend trips. Failed but fun adventures. Soon, I will be going full time.And I know that somehow I will be OK.
Now Imagine being a normie with an apple pie life and never being homeless before with no idea what its like, how hard it is. Maybe you had a traumatic life event that led you to homelessness. So now your afraid and in pain.
And instead of having a year to harden yourself you have two weeks or maybe 2 days to prepare youtself for trial by fire. It's scary as hell.
Being physically tough doesn't do much without the mental toughness either. I am 6'2" 200 lbs and a trained fighter. I'm also 40 years old
A few months ago I took down two fratboys who were not only bigger than me but looked like they played for the rugby team. I made a necklace out of one of their teeth Now, I'm not bragging, I know the days of me winning fights are just about over and that terrifies me as well.
But what terrifies me even more is Prison. For me that would be worse than death. That's what I fear the most when I'm out there sleeping in the darkness. Its not the snakes, the lions or the bears...Its not even death.
Its the methaddled crackhead stumbling into my camp to try to buttrape me in the night that I fear. Miraculously, maybe if Im lucky, I win this hypothetical fight. But my purse for winning is 20 years to life in a concrete box surrounded by 1000s of methaddled crack heads just waiting for me to drop the soap.
Its for this reason, I always try to avoid the fight. I apologize even when I don't mean it. I make it a point to be nice to everyone. I share resources with leeches who dont appreciate it. Because sometimes winning is losing. And most of the homebums have seen that I can go. But the feral kids don't fear anything. They travel and hunt in packs.
It sounds so silly I know. But it keeps me up at night. Even when I'm like totally stealth surrounded by improvised weaponry, I can't sleep because of the boogeyman with night vision goggles sneaking towards me in the woods.
My point is it doesn't matter how big or how physically tough you are. Fear can cripple you.
Some of us (not me) are just born tough. Others need to develop it over time. And even if they are too scared at the moment to accept help, they still came to this site for a reason and I don't think we should give up on them even if they fit a certain stereotype of helplessness. That's just callous and crass. Its a synical sign that you have lost one of the better parts of your humanity.
You all have become like family almost. No one else in this world has ever accepted me until you all.
And I refuse to believe that anyone is beyond hope or help.
Sometimes the noobies just need a little compassion and some time to toughen up and figure it out. If its a year from now and they are still crying then maybe they are beyond hope. But not just a couple of days or weeks.
It costs us what 30 seconds of our life to say something positive and supportive. I waste more time that on Instagram.
Its late and I'm not sure any of this made any coherent sense lol but I hope it did.
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