Sharing is Caring
A bum today is a bum tomorrow and a bum for awhile, born to lose or bound to lose. Regardless, there are still some things that can’t be unlearned and sharing is caring despite not yearning for the compassion. Don’t throw that gobbledygook at me and expect me to share. If I share you a recipe to a cobbler, it’s because you were bothering me too much about it. I don’t care if you burned your whole house down trying to replicate this cobbler! Now it’s my fault for fucking up the cobbler for your dinner guests. That recipe came from the back of a corn muffin box and you telling guests that it was my recipe that made it terrible. Ya wanted me to share this cobbler recipe this bad but I shared it to a monster who I ain’t care for. Darn dinner guests probably think i’m a lousy cook without ever cooking for anyone to begin with. At that point, I don’t want that recipe anymore. I’m telling ya, sharing is instinctual with only sometimes driven by interest. I can’t really think about the last time I cared for someone when I shared something with them. Does it count if I rent out something to a stranger? Renting is similar to sharing but I really emphasize my care for the money than the stranger. When I rented out the woodchipper for a day, I only gave a fuck about it coming back functioning like it did before so I can share it again for money of course. I don’t care if the woodchipper ate you then spit you out into a trailer or across the swale that faces the highway. Sounds harsh and I might be a sociopath but the point still stands, the sharing is caring belief is flawed. How can I care about everything that the twenty four hour news shares with me when after a while it’s repeated stuff as if it were meant to stall for time? Most of the people I care for don’t ask to borrow stuff from me. It’s not because i’m a sociopath and they know not to. I’ve just found the right people who don’t do that fairy tale kind of stuff. Knocking on the door asking to borrow some sugar happens only in the movies. Doing that to the right decoy house will have you arrested around here. I prefer to give because I’m not a bum financially anymore, only mentally. We don’t have to share shoes, socks, suit, sandwiches, shake, soap, sauce, and spoon anymore! I give you stuff, it’s a proper way to do a wellness check without being damn nosy. You think you know a guy enough to share triangle sandwiches together then next thing you know, we sharing wives. Very unnecessary if you ask me, I don’t swing on the swings. If we take myself out of the equation, the point will still stand after a while. We share the same air, lake, sun, music, and etc. We don’t care for all the people we share them with, every single one of them and including the bad ones. I’ll let you decide who are the bad ones, go play mad libs in the corner with ya self bigot. If you cared for all the people in the world then there has to be a warrant out for that hard drive of yours. The sharing is caring belief won’t be unlearned because it’s world peace propaganda that can’t fulfill itself due to conflict of interests. I’m not sharing my lawn mower to a sex offender and I don’t care to know what kind of an offender they are. There are bad people out there who really love being bad people and I don’t like it one bit. You love the beach but I bet you sure don’t like sharing it with those people doing drugs on the beach. This is where it gets tricky! Do you really care about the person you are doing drugs with under the docks if you both are sharing the same needle? They could be a spouse or your best friend that is sharing the needle with you, back and fourth like tennis. You shouldn’t be doing drugs together in the first place but lets ignore that part like a Washington DC field trip. You care for them so much to share your own stash of drugs, which is fine because of the delusion but you don’t really care for them that much if you are sharing the same needles. It’s like the brain is so fried that it reverted them back to kindergarten and sharing is caring is being enforced, the needle is the only black crayon in the container. You catch something like aids or gangrene and now you have to share that with people you care for. You drag everyone you cared for down into the pits of aches just because you couldn’t stop sharing.