Nice. Went outside to deposit some recycling in the bins. Dog on the porch next door was barking. Said hello in a sweet, friendly voice to the dog. Well hello there, pupper! Woman on the porch comes to the rail. I look, as usual, like hell...fat, unkempt, rather white trash and unattractive. I spend the better part of every day trying to get from one breath to another without screaming, crying, and carrying on in an unsightly fashion. Mental illness can be like that, sometimes. Still...I muster a smile and a friendly hello to her. She says, unsmiling, in a monotone-gravel-cigarette voice You do know that your house is a pit? Yes, maam, I know. I trying to take care of that... She is talking about the refrigerator and salvage junk stacked against the side of the house that I cant move by myself and cant afford to hire help for. Angie Madden and I are planning to deal with it when we can, as soon as theres enough weight to take to the recycling yard and sell. Well if you dont clean it up Im calling code enforcement on you. Im trying. Im alone right now and cant move all of this by myself. Does she act like the Christian woman she no doubt says she is and offer to help? Does she ask me if maybe her family could lend a hand? Does she do what Jesus would do, suspend judgement and offer a helping, compassionate hand? No. She tells me I am trash and the man I love is trash and we deserve to be punished some more by the system that already has him in its grip. She tells me she knows who he is, knows all about him, although theyve never met and all she knows is whats public record (And public record never tells the whole story, does it?). So shes going to call code enforcement...and by the way, shes so much better than me because she embroiders pillows for the local sheriffs deputies and all I do is try to feed the hungry, house the homeless, and help the helpless. She tells me she watches me make it worse every day...because I put trash in my trash bin, recycling in my recycling bin (they dont recycle, but thats okay because she embroiders things for the sheriffs which means she is far superior to me) and even clean up other peoples trash and throw it away. The kicker? Its cleaner here than when that family bought that house and moved in. Im so tired of this world and all the ugliness in it. Yall can have it. I quit.
Posted on: Sat, 24 Jan 2015 23:09:42 +0000