For me, no.
I’ve had people argue with me on this but, with (false) idealistic love concepts thrown out the window, let’s face the facts: poor people choose to be poor.
I don't care if someone grew up all poor, it's their choice they didn't make anything of themselves. I've met people who have gone from poorness to greatness, through hard work, and the last thing they will ever be found is complaining about the state of the world. You won't hear them indulging in conspiracy theories or how someone had just screwed them.
But in the world of the currently poor, everyone has just screwed them. Really, it's an unending drama. You quickly come to realize either they are the most unlucky person on this planet... or it's all their fault. And yes, it's their fault. They whine and bytch but ultimately it comes down to them: they suck with money and suffer in the motivation department. They blame everyone else for everything wrong in their life... except for them.
Look, I don't want to inherit someone's poor spending habits and I like keeping a mellow life. I don't want to drive someone all over town all the time. I don't want to continually deal with disconnected phone numbers or dialing some strange phone number because they mismanaged their phone. I don't want to be someone's lifeline to having a life. It suuuuuucks the life out of me.
They will say how "true friends" are "rare" and how people "stab them in the back", but really, they themselves cause the chaos and then blame people for retaliating or leaving. It's all summed up in my favorite lyrics by Fiona Apple: "You fondle my trigger and then you blame my gun."
A few weeks ago when I hung out with STR8UP, he said a classic line which is impossible to argue with: you can judge how someone by looking at their balance sheet.
Anyway, no, no poor women for me. I'm moving up in the world and can't, won't, have someone's poorness blow up in my face, which is always bound to happen. It's not being superficial, it's keeping it real.
I’ve had people argue with me on this but, with (false) idealistic love concepts thrown out the window, let’s face the facts: poor people choose to be poor.
I don't care if someone grew up all poor, it's their choice they didn't make anything of themselves. I've met people who have gone from poorness to greatness, through hard work, and the last thing they will ever be found is complaining about the state of the world. You won't hear them indulging in conspiracy theories or how someone had just screwed them.
But in the world of the currently poor, everyone has just screwed them. Really, it's an unending drama. You quickly come to realize either they are the most unlucky person on this planet... or it's all their fault. And yes, it's their fault. They whine and bytch but ultimately it comes down to them: they suck with money and suffer in the motivation department. They blame everyone else for everything wrong in their life... except for them.
Look, I don't want to inherit someone's poor spending habits and I like keeping a mellow life. I don't want to drive someone all over town all the time. I don't want to continually deal with disconnected phone numbers or dialing some strange phone number because they mismanaged their phone. I don't want to be someone's lifeline to having a life. It suuuuuucks the life out of me.
They will say how "true friends" are "rare" and how people "stab them in the back", but really, they themselves cause the chaos and then blame people for retaliating or leaving. It's all summed up in my favorite lyrics by Fiona Apple: "You fondle my trigger and then you blame my gun."
A few weeks ago when I hung out with STR8UP, he said a classic line which is impossible to argue with: you can judge how someone by looking at their balance sheet.
Anyway, no, no poor women for me. I'm moving up in the world and can't, won't, have someone's poorness blow up in my face, which is always bound to happen. It's not being superficial, it's keeping it real.