tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-650289478442133391.post7305027669779708805..comments2024-03-24T16:53:02.846-07:00Comments on Five Hundred Pound Peep: Chronic Illness Cat to the RescueFive Hundred Pound Peephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05862707335431442713noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-650289478442133391.post-5243442867293859792016-02-10T08:28:32.282-08:002016-02-10T08:28:32.282-08:00Yes not having to have a fancy house would be nice...Yes not having to have a fancy house would be nice too. Five Hundred Pound Peephttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05862707335431442713noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-650289478442133391.post-81779052702770066622016-02-10T08:27:19.952-08:002016-02-10T08:27:19.952-08:00me too. I think American life is essentially very ...me too. I think American life is essentially very lonely. Even all the moving we are forced to do sucks. I would go to a friendly culture if I could where people visit each other and share meals. Where there is community. I always laugh reading magazines where they show these hipsters eating fancy dinners together and discussing books and politics. In America that doesn't happen, they are at Starbucks hunched over their computers or working 80 hours a week. I have serious interest in co-housing life, where there is communal meals and such, but then it seems only open to the rich and young and healthy. [Yeah I worry about them using this stuff to exploit like charging a full rent for everyone's sleeping pod one day]Five Hundred Pound Peephttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05862707335431442713noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-650289478442133391.post-49011535840527452612016-02-08T18:40:04.104-08:002016-02-08T18:40:04.104-08:00I'd also like to live in a different culture w...I'd also like to live in a different culture where people will visit each other and just have a cup of coffee or tea together...at their home, not Starbucks. Also a place where it doesn't matter if you have a big, fancy home that is perfectly clean.<br />There must be a place like that somewhere!pegjohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07632987995804465938noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-650289478442133391.post-51456438758530468172016-02-08T09:14:01.758-08:002016-02-08T09:14:01.758-08:00Understand. I was trying to become a paralegal bef...Understand. I was trying to become a paralegal before I was disabled, trying anything to find some stability in life. It's hard to tell people, "Oh I've been disabled since 1997" They think by now you should have died off to save Uncle Sam his nickle. I actually had one of more evil narcs, say to me, "if you were really disabled, you'd be dead by now". [That was reason for immediate NC]. Five Hundred Pound Peephttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05862707335431442713noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-650289478442133391.post-31716155695160040672016-02-08T08:59:31.103-08:002016-02-08T08:59:31.103-08:00I was a workaholic. Being on disability is like pu...I was a workaholic. Being on disability is like pulling my fingernails off with a pair of pliers.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com