Last year someone gave me a pair of Sennheiser headphones—dead ass gave them to me. I was ballin’. I got to be a homeless person with an iPhone 12 and a pair of Sennheisers. And then my idiot friend set off a series of unfortunate events that resulted in the loss of my headphones, along with everything else I owned at the time.
So last month when this very sweet devout Christian saw a comment of mine about being a homeless drug addict, and sent me $300. I bought a new pair of Sennheisers on Mercari. I’m pretty sure it was the same model even.
I finally got around to checking my mail and—the headphones are fucked off. They won’t pair or fucking anything.
I had to fight the screaming urge to slam them on the ground.
okay bear with me but you could, MAYBE, buy an identical pair on Amazon, and then when they arrive return the broken pair for a refund? idk if Amazon is smart enough to ever refuse shit like that, they seemed not to be
yes obviously this would require you to have the $$$ to make it happen, but, it might be an option rather than having some dud headphones
if you do that make sure it says it’s sold/shipped by amazon and eligible for free returns or it might be a pain in the ass
If I were gonna spend money on another pair it would be a different model I think.
heard this once in either a book or sermon but it’s always stuck with me as I undo my own bootstrap brainworms
I had that screenshot and didn’t have context, so I googled and it’s from Craddock Stories by Fred Craddock. I knew the name because Jeremiah Wright once mentioned him as a preaching giant. Here’s a profile from CNN.
i’ve read plenty of different sacred texts in my life and not one says “give alms but only if you can get a full accounting of how it was spent”
If someone asks for a cloak, give them the shirt on your back also and a QuickBooks invoice to create a paper trail
New rule: you don’t get to fucking police someone’s spending habits if you haven’t fucking given them any money.
Nor if you have, for that matter. Fuck off with that moralism. Even having been homeless yourself does not give you the right to tell people how to live, you sanctimonious fucking pricks.
You often say, “I would give, but only to the deserving.”
The trees in your orchard say not so, nor the flocks in your pasture.
They give that they may live, for to withhold is to perish.
Surely he who is worthy to receive his days and his nights, is worthy of all else from you.
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And who are you that men should rend their bosom and unveil their pride, that you may see their worth naked and their pride unabashed?
See first that you yourself deserve to be a giver, and an instrument of giving.
Trees give fruits so they can nut in your mouth. Or reproduce wherever you take your next dump.
slightly unrelated but I had to listen to my coworker complain about a homeless person he saw who was on his smartphone and smoking a cigarette yesterday. It wasn’t enough to be homeless, you had to be a monk and a saint to garner his sympathy.
