The other day, I’m sitting in the truck and I see an old homeless white guy slowly walking towards me. I try to avoid eye contact with him because I already know he’s coming over to beg for money. I have given change to people who begged for it plenty of times, but I’m just at that point in my life where I don’t feel the need to alleviate any guilt buy giving away money that I’ve earned.
So buddy walks up to the driver side door and I roll down the window. The violins start playing and he starts telling me how he has been living under the freeway and how cold it was that night. He did look bummy and it was around 30+ degrees that night, so I had no reason to believe he was lying. He then goes on to ask if I could spare some change so he could go buy some coffee and food from the nearby truck stop. He made sure to let me know that my donation would absolutely NOT be used for drugs or alcohol.
Again, I had no reason to believe he was lying. Initially, I considered just giving him some of the food I had on the truck. There were a few canned goods and ramen noodle packs I could’ve given him. Just in case he was lying though, I quickly changed my mind as to not waste my emergency stash on a complete stranger.
That night, I was in a decent mood, so I began feeling around in my pockets for some change. All I had on me was a single penny. This, by no means, was my last cent, but that’s immediately how it felt as I grabbed for it. Right as I took hold of it and began pulling it out of my pocket, something hit me. Suddenly, I thought, “Fuck this nigga.”
Even though this was completely internalized, it felt good to “say.” Why should I feel bad about keeping my money and turning down the opportunity for charity work? This guy was a complete stranger and I had no obligation to help him. Giving away my money so another grown man could eat wouldn’t give me any warm fuzzy feelings inside. There would be no benefit for me at all. I truly did not give a fuck about this man’s well-being; not even a little.
It actually made me proud to turn him down as I compared myself to all the pussies whom he guilt tripped out of their cash. Sure, it was only a penny, but that penny was mine. This guy was at least in his mid 40s, which means he had plenty of years to figure out how to not be homeless. Why should I have to pay for his mistakes?
When it was all said and done, I just told him I was broke and didn’t have any change on me. We all do this for some reason. We make up an excuse so we don’t seem like selfish assholes, but that wasn’t my reason this time. This time, I just wanted to let him down gently just in case he was on some psycho-I’m-going-to-kill-anyone-who-disrespects-me type of bullshit. All in all, I have no regrets. This was one of my shining moments in life.
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First and foremost, I would like to start this post off by saying, “Yes…the fuck…it is.” I love Money so much that I am quick to defend it’s honor. How dare you live in this society and have the audacity to blaspheme the all mighty Dollar.
Has it not provided you with all you have? Has it not given you shelter? Has it not put clothes on your back? Has it not fed you and your children? Has it not allowed you to ball out and stunt on these haters? Then why have you forsaken your Provider?
People love Money until they realize they have to work hard to get a lot of it. Then suddenly “Money is evil” or “Money can’t buy happiness.” There is this stigma that the rich people are a group of evil motherfuckers that stepped on the backs of poor people to build their wealth or that they are bunch of spoiled brats who were born with a silver spoon in their mouths.
Let’s clear this up. Most millionaires in America are not only 1st generation, but they are also self-made. You know what that means? They started off just as poor as everyone else, because their parents were also poor and no one gave them shit. It’s almost as if people forget that the American dream is to get rich and live a lavish life.
How can you hate on a group of people just because they are doing something you wish you could do? No one gets mad at Will Smith because he acts too good. No one gets mad at Lebron James because he plays too well. No one hates Beyoncé for being able to sing her ass off. So why get mad at someone who excels at making money outside of the entertainment field?
A lot of this hate comes from the billionaires (Rockerfellers, Kennedys, Winfreys) and how they became billionaires. Most of them inherited their billions from family members who capitalized on the slave trade, Holocaust and every war in history. These aren’t the people I refer to when I say “rich.” These people are beyond that. Once you make it to the billionaire club, you are now a god. I’m not discussing gods in this posts; only men.
I’m not saying that all rich people are all honest and upstanding citizens, but the same goes for the average person working at McDonald’s. You don’t hate on fast food workers that get free food every day. You hate the rich, because you are jealous and you know you’ll never be one of them. Which is crazy, because most people don’t attempt to obtain riches. You want what they have, but don’t want to put in the work they had to put in. All I can say is, you can’t value money and not actively seek it.
This will be the home of my random thoughts until you really do know the MuffynMan.