Poverty and CTB

[Manfrotto99]

Poverty is the reason behind me catching the bus and I realise it is for many others on here. Many people have to endure abuse either at home or are forced into a shelter or in the Street, where they only endure more abuse. There is no quality of life and ones health suffers as a result. Our society is set up that if your born into wealth it genuinely is passed on and accumulates, but otherwise its almost impossible to get on in this world unless you have some special talent etc. its an ongoing struggle and its lonely too and full of shame. People simply dont like being around poor people and where often shunned and blamed for not being good enough.

I was wondering how many people if any on here consider themselves rich or wealthy? Ie, have or will have money to buy their home, live comfortably, travel if they want, not have to work too hard into retirement in a job they hate, etc

I always think money can buy happiness ie. studies show happiness is tied up in new experiences in life and money can buy that, whether its travelling, a new house or learning new things. I understand money cant always buy ones health so I understand if someone is in pain or has an incurable disease. Otherwise, I just don't understand and am curious to know why or if anyone who is wealthy, would want to ctb?

 

[claracatchingthebus]

it's part of it for me

i had a medical issue that's made life hard, and trying to make the medical issue less bad resulted in it being worse

death would free me from all of this, of course, but i'm not there quite yet, being totally done with life

the fucked up thing is that even though everyone else seems to hate me, i mostly like myself, and i feel like had things gone slightly differently, i could have had a really nice life. part of me is sad and isn't able to totally say goodbye yet to me, as a person, this identity and personality that is me, that I actually think is pretty cool, even when others don't.

financial stuff has made things much harder, but i've probably not been in poverty quite the way you have been. sometimes i think of these things when i am sad and on here: oh, if i had more money, perhaps things would be all better.

but that being said, i'm not starting my own business, trying to be industrious, trying to do something exciting and new in the world, and maybe i could, and then maybe i would make money. and a large part of why is because i am so sad and lonely, and i'm so sad because of being lonely i don't know if i have the pain endurance to continue

at this point i also have a lot of regret and sadness with how i've been treated, some horrible things were done to me, and i feel like i've lost a large part of my life as a result, and just due to bad luck and depression, but mostly like being lonely. so i can't even have the pain-tolerance and energy and fortitude to try to make money.

i don't actually know if people need a special talent to make it in this world. Rent a place, sell great ice cream, make money. Rent a place, sell burgers that are great, make money. Find a random store, sell beer, make money. I know that poverty is so brutal that paying for a place to do these things often isn't possible, and that's what makes it hard for people in severe poverty. If severe poverty is your only major problem, I would hope you try to start at least 1 business before ctbing.

If I were truly wealthy, like had a million dollars, I'm not sure I'd be happy because of the medical issues, but I'd be less nervous. Right now, I am genuinely scared about winding up homeless, especially since my family seems to hate me.

 

[Brew]

I can't imagine anything on my life past november if I don't pass my current job's 90-day experience period.

For most of my 18-up life I've felt like there is no job out there for me, none that would not make me want to kill myself everyday I went to work, and I just can't take living with my family any much longer.

I
can't stand being broke and ashamed of walking outside, seeing my friends, pretty much just being alive. It's like I'm an overgrown beast of a wildflower with its roots suffocated by a teeny tiny pot.