this random but when today i was thinking about what would happen if my dad ever lost his job and i was thinking about how i don’t think he’d ever beg for money/help from anyone even at his lowest point and like…
even tho he’s never said it out loud, the way he goes about life and working says enough to where i know that he’d never go out of his way to ask for anything he can’t ultimately attain himself
this really just came about cuz someone was criticizing me today about how i told them i don’t like asking for help and i hate taking shortcuts and how id rather die than ask for help
like…that shit is just not in me and i really could never see myself asking for money i rather find my own way even if it means struggling longer or taking more Ls i rather fuck myself over by keeping to myself than to say im in a weak spot idk my family didn’t raise me like that it’s not in any of us
Basically my goal within the next 6/7 years is to find or start an anarchist house with murals on the outside and it’ll be riddled with art and lotsa plants and me and my housemates tend a large garden and give away all the food we grow but don’t need, and have dinner nights where we open our doors to anyone who wants food and company and music and host shows and poetry nights and have a few dogs and use some of the money we make to help out addicts and homeless people and sometimes have travelers sleeping over as they pass through and we go to protests and we help each other out when we need it and create a network of help for people in need and provide a family for people who need it that’s just the best thing I can think of
Apologies for the lull in blogging here, I’ve had a busy week between school work that has piled up and the fun of Halloweekend. I have some catching up to do here, so I will pick up where I left off with an update about the sleep out!
Magdalene’s Sleep Out last week raised over 500 pounds for Jimmy’s Cambridge, a charity that works to accommodate and resettle homeless men and women in Cambridge.
Participating in the sleep out was a powerful reminder of how fortunate we are to have things we often take for granted - like hot showers, safe places to live, and plenty of food to eat. Though obviously totally different from actual homelessness, it was a valuable experience and effective fundraiser. Everyone who came stayed through the night until about 6 AM, when most of us went back to our rooms to get a couple hours of real sleep before our lectures. We stayed up for a while chatting and playing cards and reading and then I actually slept about 5 hours. Even with a yoga mat and borrowed sleeping bag (thanks Ranulph!) sleeping on concrete isn’t ideal, so I definitely appreciated being able to return to my own bed after.