This is a melancholy rant in three parts, inspired by Outkast:
I’ve got a friend with a 17 year old son. He’s a smart, charming and likable young man, but he’s going down the wrong path and is causing his mom all kinds of anguish. You see he’s decided that a hardcore life is the only way to “be real” in this world (and to cut off anybody who wants to piss me off by mentioning race, he’s Irish). Me and him sat down the other night and had a long talk. I found out a few things that when --not if, when-- his mother finds out, it will be the death of her. [ul][li]He’s not graduating from high school. He has absolutely no plans to even try to finish. School is for suckas and nerds. You don’t need a diploma on the streets. He got his mother a very nice pair of shoes for Mother’s Day. He boosted them from Baker’s. When I asked him if he thought his mother would appreciate a pair of stolen shoes as a gift he answered, “They don’t look stolen, they look good.” He is snorting cocaine.[/ul][/li]
The real scary thing about this kid is that he can’t see beyond today. How are you going to take care of yourself? I asked him. What are you going to do with your time? How are you planning to pay for the Sketchers and all those CDs and the drugs? You gonna boost them all? According to him everything will be fine so long as he “keeps it real” and continues to “roll with his people.” He puts a whole lot of faith in "his people.’
I love my step-sisters. They are good people who will do all they can to help. But I just don’t understand their mindset. Just like they don’t understand mine. When I got ill with a chronic health problem the advice they both gave me was that I should quit my job so that I could get Medicaid. WTF? I had health insurance with my job. Good insurance. About one hundred times better than Medicaid. Plus my job paid me good money. And I was perfectly able to work. When I asked them what the hell I was supposed to do all day long, sitting in my apartment they said “Get better. Clean your house!” (Did you know that keeping a clean house means you’re smart? I didn’t know that until my sisters told me!).
Now, they both work. They like to go clubbing and partying and since they seem to have gotten over their criminally-minded stage (or so I hope!) , this is the only way they can pay for the party. They will stay at a job long enough to collect 3 or 4 paychecks, but when the job interferes with the partying-- guess which one’s gotta give. Did I mention that these women are pushing 40?
I know so many people just drifting around cluelessly-- floating about and letting chance and the wind blow them through life. They seem to think that they have no choice or that everybody else is stupid for expecting better things for themselves. It fustrates me, but mostly it makes me sad.