One bitterly cold December night years ago I got on the web at my deceased grandmother's house and searched for information about homelessness. I had been homeless for about 2 months, recently divorced. I found The Homeless Guy blog. Wow! Homeless people have websites and people are helping them too! I quickly realized, though, that this "homeless guy" was a con. There was nothing to help the homeless on his site. Only him. His gift bags for the homeless idea was something for Christian "do gooders" to do when a lot of the homeless wanted burgers, cigarettes, and beer.
I did start my own blog. It was called "Homeless and Disabled in Alabama." Wasn't that just pretentious? The Homeless Guy listed me on his blog as "The Grumpy Old Man" because I criticized his criticism of getting chicken everyday at the Rescue Mission. At the time, I would have been so appreciative of any meal not cooked lukewarmly over a fire. The Grumpy Old Man moniker stuck and I named my next blog after that just to spite the old curmudgeon and he was over a decade older than me.
Years later, we are both still blogging. He is about to be homeless again, failing to pay his $150 dollar a month rent. I think I have grown immensely these past few years and haven't had to belabor my readership with needs and requests for money. I am still overly dependant upon my parents, but not in a burdensome way. I am happy most days, content to go about my simple life. I also realized with kindness that the least of "The Homeless Guy's" problems was not having a home. He has some deep seated emotional problems that no drug or possibly only therapy can fix. I had to become the better man and be less critical of him. It was hard, and probably one of the hardest things I have done since writing this blog. He invites criticism by the way he writes on his blog and interacts with others.
I thought tonight what I want to be doing next year this time. Another Christmas will be approaching and I will be going on 38 years old. My main goal is to be independent and working for someone other than my father. I realize social security disability can be willy nilly and I can't always rely on that being there. I also want my schizophrenia to be in complete remission along with these anxiety attacks I am struggling with. That might mean a second opinion from another doctor. I will cross that bridge when I get there.