Where To Draw The Line

For those of you who don't know... I volunteer at a soup kitchen.
I have my reasons for being there. They were there for me.

Anyway, I was pretty p*ssed off today.
There's this guy there I don't like.
He's a smart-ass, bossy, ignor-anus.

So he's telling the volunteers on the line
that it's not going to be as busy tonight because 'they all got their cheques.'
Then he said 'they should have some money left.'
Then another guy says, 'yeah, on Friday... Unless they had a 'good weekend.''
Then he laughed and said that next weekend is a long weekend.
'If they have a better weekend next weekend, they won't have anything left.'

They are talking like this not knowing that I'm one of 'those people.'
I didn't say anything. But maybe next time I will say something.
Or I will pull him aside and tell him to his face
that he's not better than 'those people' no matter what the hell he believes.

Just because he's on the other side of the counter, serving.
Doesn't mean he can't find himself with 'those people' having to be served.
Most people don't actually want to be getting handouts.
They know people talk about them. Yet they let them.

Like this one guy who I used to look up to.
He said "This is social media, not social services."
The kind of people who say this sh*t have no idea
what it's like to live on $824.00/month.
Their RENT is more than my entire living 'allowance.'
I know I'm not owed this money or owed a living or owed F*CK all.
However, if you don't know what it is like,
then it would be foolish to talk about 'them' like you know what 'they' go through.

So this is the kind of sh*t I put up with in the kitchen.
People volunteering because they 'feel sorry' for the 'less fortunate.'
Yet they talk about them like all they do is waste the money they 'get.'
It's not a lot to 'waste' anyway. It's not like they 'get' it.
They drink and don't talk about their own drinking.
But their drinking is 'different' because they can 'afford' to do it. Right?

And I don't drink anymore. I still can't stretch it far enough.
It doesn't last long. But I'm still lucky not to be out on the street again.
But what they don't realize is that they could easily lose everything they have
and be exactly where 'they' are. And others could be easily judging them.

So I didn't say anything. I could have, but I feel like I'd be wasting my breath.
The thing that p*sses me off even more is this guy is a f*cking social worker.
That is his actual job, but he doesn't seem to care about 'them.'
Just judging 'them.' Doesn't understand f*ck all.
I can tell that the guy drinks. He doesn't show up drunk, but I can tell.

He called me 'kiddo' today. That p*ssed me off but I didn't say anything.
Yes, I look a lot younger than I actually am.
But that doesn't mean he gets to call me any kind of term of endearment.
Especially when he'll talk about me behind my back.
If he talks about 'them' then he'll talk about anyone.

Maybe I'm not that much better. Since I'm talking about him.
But it is to make a point. That nobody is better than anybody.
Circumstances can change. For anyone.
The wheel of fortune turns BOTH ways. For everyone.

Just because you're 'helping the poor' doesn't mean you 'understand.'
Just because you're 'helping the poor' doesn't make you 'better.'
Or even make you a 'better' or 'good' person. You're just a f*cking person.
Just like 'them.' No matter how you want to f*cking slice it. 
So put THAT in your cup and drink it UP. Straight up.