Most times, I don't get a second glance, but I still worry. Sometimes, you can indeed look at someone and tell several things about them just from the way they look. Some homeless people are no exception. Of course, it doesn't help that usually, they're found in places where you would normally find the homeless: on street corners with a sign, hanging out near Greensboro Urban Ministry, sleeping in the library. But sometimes, you just know. It's that psychic/limbic connection that all humans share on some ancient, esoteric level. That feeling that the cavemen once used to tell who was part of their tribe and who wasn't. I try hard to keep people from simply knowing I'm homeless, and reacting accordingly. Besides, keeping such reaction to a minimum keeps the Beast at bay.
Speaking of the Beast, he jumped me yesterday afternoon. I had time before my interview, and since I was in the area, I visited the offices of Trone Advertising, where I'd worked from 2000-2002 (and held the absolute best job I've ever had in my life.) A position I'd applied for had already been filled, as had one I hadn't known about (and wish I had). As I left walking down the road to my interview, the Beast, who'd lumbered to my forebrain to see who I was talking to at Trone, lashed me with all the force he could muster. And he chose a devastating weapon: my memories of working at Trone, now so much ashes, and the knowledge that my career in graphic design may indeed be over. I fought him for a solid half-hour before I finally made him shuffle, grumbling back to his little corner of my mind. But I could feel that smirk he had, knowing he'd be back, and soon. Fortunately, he withdrew before I got to my interview.
I gotta get myself a good shrink.
Could you please open a paypal account?
It's very simple to do and there are a lot of people that wouldn't mind donating to help you out.
If you need help with this just email me at email@example.com and I'll help.
Maybe with your start, we can start creating a network, to help people in the same situation, since the government is too busy spending money elsewhere!
This is one of Aesop's Fables that I think relates to your post:
AN EAGLE sat on a lofty rock, watching the movements of a Hare
whom he sought to make his prey. An archer, who saw the Eagle
from a place of concealment, took an accurate aim and wounded him
mortally. The Eagle gave one look at the arrow that had entered
his heart and saw in that single glance that its feathers had
been furnished by himself. "It is a double grief to me," he
exclaimed, "that I should perish by an arrow feathered from my
You're the Eagle... You're Mind is the Arrow. Your Situation is the Feathers. Notice how there is no symbol for the Job? Some might say it's the Hare, but does the Hare really have anything to do with the story? It could have, but the circumstances don't allow it. And that's the point. If the Eagle didn't provide the means to create the arrow in the first place, then the hare would have had a bigger role in the story. Maybe he would have been caught by the eagle, or maybe even narrowly escaped the eagle's clutches. But alas, we'll never know, now will we?
By the way... The second you know that you cannot answer my question...