@maddison wrote:
@chibam you melt my heart with your observation that there are those who will need to be given a family. Total genius. ❤️
Thanks, @maddison !🤗❤️
@Willy wrote:
@chibam
@maddison
For me personally I would rather live in a hovel with friends and family than in a mansion alone.
Friends and family in reasonable accommodation seems like a good, almost idyllic compromise.
Regards
Willy
When I was coming of age, just about the hottest thing going was the TV show "Friends". I never watched it religiously; but I dipped in and out enough to know what was generally going on.
It gave me some lofty expectations of what to expect of my 20s and perhaps early 30s. I just assumed that becoming an adult meant automatically getting to move in with a group of tight-knit housemates your own age, and having a whole heap of wacky misadventures with them. Sharing your life; all your ups & downs, with a real family of loved-ones you wouldn't give away for all the tea in China.
And then, it doesn't happen; and nobody can tell you why. All they do is look down their nose at you, as if having never gotten to move in with your real family - or even meet them - is somehow your fault.
@maddison wrote:
Regarding housing I wanted to mention that I think it would change so much more than providing necessary human right. It would blur the distinction between those who have & those without.
By affording everyone the human right to live safely (yes it would ease huge mental strain) we will, as a society become a step closer to understanding what it is to be equal.
I have strong suspicion that everything stems from housing.
Indeed. It's less about shelter from the rain and snow, and more about the status it affords, isn't it? In many ways, we want the respect much more than the material comforts.
I know I've harped on about this many times before, but when I was in therapy, my therapist told me that no woman would ever want me unless I had more money. My dearest dream has always been to have a loving marriage, so I can't tell you the disheartening impact those words have had on me. I think the reason I gave up on life ultimately stems from that claim.
But there's truth in that, too, isn't there? How many parents would be openly aghast if their son/daughter brought home a fiance who was homeless?
As I think you were implying, the "have nots" don't get any respect in this society. To be a "have not" is to be unworthy of respect, acknowledgement, opportunity, freedom, and most of all, love.
That puts people who don't give a rat's ass about the material goods in a pretty pickle. If you want the respect; the friendship; the loving marriage, you need the bling to be deemed 'worthy' of it all.
Personally, I just hate the indescipherable complexity of it all. If everybody chases the material trappings, how do you tell the ones who really only care about the intangible end-products (i.e. love, respect, ect.) from the shallow people who actually dwell on the material junk?
That's what made my therapist's depiction of the world so sickly to my eyes. Even if I did make a million dollars and get a beautiful woman to fawn over me, how would I ever know if she was in love with me, or just my bank account?
Frankly, I prefer to be broke. At least that way, I'll know that any woman who might give me a second glance must be genuinely interested in me, not my money. Poverty keeps the predators at bay.
