Pay for me, Pay for me!

So I walk my boys to school. When I go to pick up my eldest I leave early. I take my time, weave through the streets, get my cardio on and arrive early so I can sit under a tree and read while the other two nap in the stroller. I love this time. One afternoon I walked into a conversation between two people. I did not know these people nor did I feel like meeting anyone new, so I sat on the other end of the tree and took out my book. I should have gone to another tree. This is how the conversation went- Man says to lady, “It’s just easier for me to stay home; the jobs out there demand too much for not enough money.” Lady, “I know what you mean, it’s tough.” Man, “I mean why shouldn’t these people that have disposable income support me? If they have extra money it’s their right as human beings to contribute to me. I can’t make money to support me and mines so they should help out.” Then this is when it gets great, the dude turns to me and brings me in to the conversation. He says, “I hope I am not offending you but since you are of privilege, you should feel guilty and want to help me out.” WTF is what ran through my head but it’s not OK to lose it on randoms. I said, “No you’re not offending me bc the opinions of strangers don’t matter to me but answer me this why do you assume I am of privilege?” He answered bc I live in this neighborhood. OK. I chose this time to get up and just walk away. Whenever I get so annoyed that I can’t hear bc my heart is beating so loud in my ears it is just better to walk away.
This is the type of mentally that seems to be taking over... everywhere. I have lost a really good job. I had to collect unemployment to get by. I was not able to find a job where I would be making money after paying for daycare. We rearranged, budgeted and made it work. We certainly don’t have expendable income in any way shape or form. If we needed me to, I would not hesitate to go get a part time job wherever while Marc was home and could stay with the kids. There is nothing below me when it comes to providing for my kids. While I get that it’s tough (again been there done that) to freely use that as an excuse to receive entitlements is infuriating. What makes it worse is his extreme belief that he DESERVES me to take care of him. Um, sorry buddy. If you are able to go and get a job you should. Period. I am all for helping those that NEED help but these days those that are claiming to “need” help really just need to be taught the art of not being lazy- THAT is what they suffer from- EXTREME LAZINESS!
I am scared for the world that my boys are going to grow up in. It’s becoming a place filled with people that are not taught the feeling of accomplishment that comes with hard work and how truly wonderful it feels to EARN something. You appreciate things when you have to earn them. My 1st car was the biggest piece of crap ever, but it was mine- all mine. I babysat and did extra chores and I earned that Isuzu I-mark. I loved that car and more importantly I felt empowered that I did it on my own. This new world is not a world where those are the lessons being taught. It’s a place where people are being taught to feel they are owed. (Whether it’s by actually being taught to be that way or learning it by just watching the examples of their caretakers) No one takes accountability for themselves anymore. It’s always about what you “feel” you deserve and not about what you should strive to achieve. There are no more consequences for anything it seems like. You don’t feel like working? Don’t worry someone, somewhere will take care of you. Sickening.