i am a spoiled bitch
The night before last was definitely the worst. It so insanely windy and seriously cold. I don’t think anyone slept well. Yesterday was terrible for me. It just seemed like this was never going to end. Each day blends in with the next so that things that happened yesterday feel like they happened a week ago…
…a week ago I was living my life much like any university student I imagine. No doubt I showered that morning with shampoo and conditioner, blow dried my hair, put make-up on (oh make-up… I’m sick of looking at myself without it). I had a choice of what to eat for breakfast. I drove my car to school, wearing clothes i’d probably spent a couple hundred dollars on in total. Going to class was boring and reading my textbooks were even more so. Likely, I went home after classes to make dinner in my kitchen which is filled with at least $500 worth of food between my roommate and I. I sat on my couch, watched my t.v., drank my bottled water because I hate tap-water and I slept in a warm, soft bed cuddled up with my boyfriend.
I know what this sounds like. I am so fortunate to have all of these things, most of which I rarely think about. Now that I’m “homeless” I don’t have any of luxuries - and yes, that’s exactly what they are. In order to live we need only food, water and shelter. Homeless people live on the streets everyday with minimal food and water and make-shift shelters out of cardboard or bus stops or BFI bins. Furthermore, they rarely receive the warmth of a smiling face or a caring heart. How lucky we are to visit with and go home to friends and family who love and support us.
I just keep thinking to myself that this is over for me in a day or so. Then I’ll get to go back to all of my luxuries and I doubt I’ll ever look at them the same way again. I was never as excited to go to class as yesterday when it meant that it got me out of the cold. I actually told Lisa this morning that I was happy I have a midterm tomorrow so that I can spend most of the day inside studying! I used to find it difficult to get to the gym. Now I can’t wait to be able to go again. I even wouldn’t mind reading my textbooks if it meant it would get my mind off of the cold.
I spent a lot of time thinking yesterday while huddled up in my sleeping bag trying to keep warm. I considered what my life would really be like if I actually lived on the street. Suppose I was in foster care, only to be left to myself when I turned 18. I have no family, few friends and maybe little life skills to get by. I can’t find a job because no one wants to hire me when I can’t give them a home phone number or address. I can’t make money to eat or pay rent anywhere. Days to turn weeks, which turn to months and I’m still starving and my hope is dwindling. I’ve made some friends, but they aren’t the kind of people I really want to hang out with. They steal for food and money, and they do some pretty intense drugs. Coping with this pain is getting harder and harder for me so they convince me drugs will help with the pain. Sooner or later I’ve got a serious addiction. No one would recognize me. I’m scary to look at, all dirty and skinny with scabs all over from itching myself relentlessly. How long after this do I start selling my body in order to support my habit? How long after that before I’m murdered over a 5$ drug deal?
People begging on the streets aren’t there because they choose to be. Who would honestly choose to sleep on concrete with few blankets in -15 weather? Who would choose to beg for food and money? It’s terribly embarrasing to have to do so. These people begging are responded with a cruel look and someone screaming at them to “get a job!” Trust me and all the other 5days participants, they would if they could. Next time you’re encountered by a beggar on the street, try to stop and consider the terrible situations that may have brought them to where they are now. And please, have some compassion. Treat this person like a human being, for you are no better than s/he, only more fortunate.