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Freeloading instruments of Ruin
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Opinion
Yesterday, I bought four cheap art items; not paintings or shapely vases or anything. They were two little blackboards with five attendant coloured chalks, some crepe paper and a pack of fifteen sheets of black A4 size paper for use with the chalks to make more permanent pictures. I left them outside my home on the pavement for the neighbours to choose from. Exactly as I expected, the freeloading family up the road took three of the items. They always strip other people of opportunities. I provide opportunities for creativity and nurturing; they deny the community of the same. They are freeloaders.
I didn't leave any young tomato plants out earlier this year because the freeloading family just take as many as they can carry and then come back and do the same again. Unchecked, they will take twenty or more plants for their own selfish wants. How can I prevent them from being vultures feeding on what they see is the carrion of a generous person?
'Oh, look! Free stuff! Let's take it all!'
'Definitely!'
Sally, my neighbour who delivers free eggs to a few of our neighbours, including me, was putting oil in her car. 'Ah ha!' I thought, 'I have an opportunity to ask her a few questions.' She ever so slightly smiled when I outlined the problem. I, you see, have a different approach to community spirit than many other people do. I said to Sally, 'I don't want people to say how wonderful I am or how kind.' She smiled. 'I don't want them to even recognise me in the street. I just want some people to try new things, other people to indulge a hobby, and the rest to start to think in a more community-minded way. I want the people here to think this is a friendly road to live in. I am not interested in supporting only a single household with infant children.' Sally smiled again. She smiled the first time because no-one does praise me. They think I am weird. She smiled the second time because she targets individual homes with her free eggs.
We are at the same carnival but spinning on different rides. Sally is sharp and I cannot help but think has an untapped high IQ. I can start sentences and not necessarily need to finish them and she has got what I am saying and not just flimsily.
I get why people are freeloaders. I get why people eat too much and I get why people are hoarders and greedy for money. I have been hungry with no food and no prospects of getting any money. I have eaten out of bins and sucked on the chicken bones that late night Friday and Saturday revellers have gnawed. I have picked discarded sandwiches and filled rolls, thrown out of moving vehicles, that were made by loving partners for people starting new jobs, from the roadside and eaten them. There is an intense desire, deep down in many of us to make sure this hunger is not revisited. At food banks, years later, and only feeling slightly peckish, I have craved full carrier bags of food even though I know I have access to money in the next couple of days. If my cupboards are bare I am in a mild state of panic even if my bank balance is healthy and there is cash in my wallet. This is not a desire to be comfortable; it is an obsession not to suffer in a way I have full and hard experience of. It is irrational fear that compels me to consider self-preservation. But it is not self-preservation before the health of others. I hope I never get there. It is also not self-preservation at the expense of others.
At a food-bank some years ago, I got into a conversation with a young woman who proudly told me why she was there.
'If I take the food here, I can buy luxuries with the money I have saved!' I was shocked; actually shocked that someone might consider denying food to hungry people just so they can have luxuries.
The freeloading family in my road certainly don't need to take two little blackboards for their two infants in order to survive. They don't need to develop their infants' creativity because the infants both go to a local playgroup (which I might add financial costs, but does give the parent some time off from their kids).
My target for my gifts are people who have never considered applying themselves to creative pursuits during their long working life; teenagers who have a creative drive but limited finances to keep them interested in their hobby; and infants that are new to creative outlets, and their parents who find a good way to interact with a small person when they have struggled to do so before. My target is young people who want to give a gift to a family member but cannot think of anything to give and have left it too late to choose something, because they are distracted by the drive of modern social interaction. My target is a young person who, finding something free, decides to give it to their sibling.
My target is not a freeloading family. What can I add to the sign to make them realise they have the very attitude I despise? 'No freeloaders!'; 'Please consider that others may like to be recipients of these items'; 'If you regularly take free stuff, you are not welcome here - these are not for you'; 'Not for number 36 - Get your own stuff!'?
Sally made some suggestions which I immediately negated because the clauses for eligibility to take free stuff would stop non-selfish people (my target) from taking anything. I have had years to think about it.
I am so sad that the only things that can be left outside for others to take cannot have any value at all to the contributor; no extended plan to spread happiness and suggestions of surety for a safe and comfortable future; no value if they were bought with money that could have been selfishly spent on something else; and no comprehension held by the contributor that there will inevitably be entities that will completely undo good in the world, and are, in being freeloaders, instruments of ruin.
Freeloading instruments of Ruin
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Freeloading instruments of Ruin
[4 minute read ]
Yesterday, I bought four cheap art items; not paintings or shapely vases or anything. They were two little blackboards with five attendant coloured chalks, some crepe paper and a pack of fifteen sheets of black A4 size paper for use with the chalks to make more permanent pictures. I left them outside my home on the pavement for the neighbours to choose from. Exactly as I expected, the freeloading family up the road took three of the items. They always strip other people of opportunities. I provide opportunities for creativity and nurturing; they deny the community of the same. They are freeloaders.
I didn't leave any young tomato plants out earlier this year because the freeloading family just take as many as they can carry and then come back and do the same again. Unchecked, they will take twenty or more plants for their own selfish wants. How can I prevent them from being vultures feeding on what they see is the carrion of a generous person?
'Oh, look! Free stuff! Let's take it all!'
'Definitely!'
Sally, my neighbour who delivers free eggs to a few of our neighbours, including me, was putting oil in her car. 'Ah ha!' I thought, 'I have an opportunity to ask her a few questions.' She ever so slightly smiled when I outlined the problem. I, you see, have a different approach to community spirit than many other people do. I said to Sally, 'I don't want people to say how wonderful I am or how kind.' She smiled. 'I don't want them to even recognise me in the street. I just want some people to try new things, other people to indulge a hobby, and the rest to start to think in a more community-minded way. I want the people here to think this is a friendly road to live in. I am not interested in supporting only a single household with infant children.' Sally smiled again. She smiled the first time because no-one does praise me. They think I am weird. She smiled the second time because she targets individual homes with her free eggs.
We are at the same carnival but spinning on different rides. Sally is sharp and I cannot help but think has an untapped high IQ. I can start sentences and not necessarily need to finish them and she has got what I am saying and not just flimsily.
I get why people are freeloaders. I get why people eat too much and I get why people are hoarders and greedy for money. I have been hungry with no food and no prospects of getting any money. I have eaten out of bins and sucked on the chicken bones that late night Friday and Saturday revellers have gnawed. I have picked discarded sandwiches and filled rolls, thrown out of moving vehicles, that were made by loving partners for people starting new jobs, from the roadside and eaten them. There is an intense desire, deep down in many of us to make sure this hunger is not revisited. At food banks, years later, and only feeling slightly peckish, I have craved full carrier bags of food even though I know I have access to money in the next couple of days. If my cupboards are bare I am in a mild state of panic even if my bank balance is healthy and there is cash in my wallet. This is not a desire to be comfortable; it is an obsession not to suffer in a way I have full and hard experience of. It is irrational fear that compels me to consider self-preservation. But it is not self-preservation before the health of others. I hope I never get there. It is also not self-preservation at the expense of others.
At a food-bank some years ago, I got into a conversation with a young woman who proudly told me why she was there.
'If I take the food here, I can buy luxuries with the money I have saved!' I was shocked; actually shocked that someone might consider denying food to hungry people just so they can have luxuries.
The freeloading family in my road certainly don't need to take two little blackboards for their two infants in order to survive. They don't need to develop their infants' creativity because the infants both go to a local playgroup (which I might add financial costs, but does give the parent some time off from their kids).
My target for my gifts are people who have never considered applying themselves to creative pursuits during their long working life; teenagers who have a creative drive but limited finances to keep them interested in their hobby; and infants that are new to creative outlets, and their parents who find a good way to interact with a small person when they have struggled to do so before. My target is young people who want to give a gift to a family member but cannot think of anything to give and have left it too late to choose something, because they are distracted by the drive of modern social interaction. My target is a young person who, finding something free, decides to give it to their sibling.
My target is not a freeloading family. What can I add to the sign to make them realise they have the very attitude I despise? 'No freeloaders!'; 'Please consider that others may like to be recipients of these items'; 'If you regularly take free stuff, you are not welcome here - these are not for you'; 'Not for number 36 - Get your own stuff!'?
Sally made some suggestions which I immediately negated because the clauses for eligibility to take free stuff would stop non-selfish people (my target) from taking anything. I have had years to think about it.
I am so sad that the only things that can be left outside for others to take cannot have any value at all to the contributor; no extended plan to spread happiness and suggestions of surety for a safe and comfortable future; no value if they were bought with money that could have been selfishly spent on something else; and no comprehension held by the contributor that there will inevitably be entities that will completely undo good in the world, and are, in being freeloaders, instruments of ruin.