Ah, yes. Me working hard to be where I am and seeing others do nothing and complain about being poor is classism. I’m not rich, I’m just not a fucking bum.
How do you know they are able to work by just seeing them on their porch? I’m semi-disabled. No one would be able to tell unless I told them. I work, but I was unable to for 3 years until I got my medication sorted and a job that was liberal about me taking sick days. Was I a bum for three years? Should I have worked while screaming in agonizing pain?
You weren’t unable to work, you were just unable to do work that you felt was good enough for you. You could’ve taken a call centre job and worked from home, you could’ve attempted something like drop shipping which has nearly no initial costs, you could’ve done a million things right there from your bedroom and you did nothing and called yourself “semi-disabled”. You’re either disabled, or you’re not. So yeah, you were a bum for three years.
I literally screamed in pain every 20 minutes. I have trigeminal neuralgia, the suicide disease. It’s called that because most people kill themselves rather than handle it. I’m sure a call center job would have worked really well if I screamed at the customer. Thankfully, that has been solved and I’m only in severe pain all the time now instead of severe to agonizing every 20 minutes. You have no idea what I go through. You are being fucking offensive.
Or the normal name, fothergill’s disease. Very painful indeed, ay but maybe starting out with that would’ve been better than claiming semi-disabled, because that’s a bullshit term. You have Fothergill disease, you’re disabled.
You misunderstand, I simply don’t care what you go through, and I don’t care about offending you in the slightest. We’re on the internet, we’re nothing to eachother and will likely never interact again after this. Sure, it sucks for you, but it has exactly 0 impact on my life.
Unless you live in bumfuck arkanses the next supermarket is not 20 miles away, and even then it likely isn’t.
Poor people work so many jobs that I see them sitting on their porch at 1pm on a fucking Tuesday.
Ah, and there we go. Classism. Must be nice to be rich.
Ah, yes. Me working hard to be where I am and seeing others do nothing and complain about being poor is classism. I’m not rich, I’m just not a fucking bum.
Ah, so now people who don’t work are all bums. No, you’re totally not a classist.
People that do not work while being able to work are bums, yes. That is how that works. Sounds like you’re a fucking bum too tbh.
How do you know they are able to work by just seeing them on their porch? I’m semi-disabled. No one would be able to tell unless I told them. I work, but I was unable to for 3 years until I got my medication sorted and a job that was liberal about me taking sick days. Was I a bum for three years? Should I have worked while screaming in agonizing pain?
You weren’t unable to work, you were just unable to do work that you felt was good enough for you. You could’ve taken a call centre job and worked from home, you could’ve attempted something like drop shipping which has nearly no initial costs, you could’ve done a million things right there from your bedroom and you did nothing and called yourself “semi-disabled”. You’re either disabled, or you’re not. So yeah, you were a bum for three years.
I literally screamed in pain every 20 minutes. I have trigeminal neuralgia, the suicide disease. It’s called that because most people kill themselves rather than handle it. I’m sure a call center job would have worked really well if I screamed at the customer. Thankfully, that has been solved and I’m only in severe pain all the time now instead of severe to agonizing every 20 minutes. You have no idea what I go through. You are being fucking offensive.
Or the normal name, fothergill’s disease. Very painful indeed, ay but maybe starting out with that would’ve been better than claiming semi-disabled, because that’s a bullshit term. You have Fothergill disease, you’re disabled.
You misunderstand, I simply don’t care what you go through, and I don’t care about offending you in the slightest. We’re on the internet, we’re nothing to eachother and will likely never interact again after this. Sure, it sucks for you, but it has exactly 0 impact on my life.