no one knows it's cold better than the homeless

it's cold in new jersey. nobody knows that better than the homeless. too bad they don't have facebook accounts to let the rest of us know how cold they are. they'd probably troll our iphone weather app pictures we love to post. they'd probably mock us and tell us to man up. then they'd probably lay in on the ol' homeless routine. think your cold with your four walls and a ceiling? try living on the streets. we'd probably unfriend them cuz who wants to look at that. you're bringing us down, man! that's no way to act on facebook. guess it's a good thing they don't have facebook accounts or smart phones with weather apps that can warn them of the coming arctic temperatures.

when it gets cold, i can't help but think about the homeless. i can't help but think about my privileged life. i can't help but think how most of the time i live my life to make myself happy and what a luxury that is. what are the homeless doing now to make themselves happy? is happy even possible when it's 14 degrees outside and it feels like 0? i can't stand when people look at me funny. imagine how they feel, in this cold, every time some passerby stares them down.

the next time i travel somewhere that's warm all year round, i'll think about the homeless. i'll think about how the homeless in a warm environment have it one notch better than the homeless back in jersey. why don't all the homeless migrate south? i'm not saying i want to get rid of them or not see them anymore. they act as a reminder of just how shitty existence can be and i think we need that reminder in our lives. parents should be forced to explain to their children how society forgets and ignores some of the less fortunate. but if i was homeless, i'd be out of here. fuck new jersey. fuck the north. i'm thinking phoenix or vegas or la. 

and then if all the homeless decide to leave and migrate south, when it gets cold we can go back to complaining about it and not thinking about those who have it waaaay worse than we do and how their peril makes our bitching look idiotic and weak. 

next time you're on your way home to go lay under blankets, think about the dude shaking a cup of change in your face. would it really be such an inconvenience in your life to throw that guy a buck? and if you happen to be well off, do him, yourself, and all of us a favor... stick a greyhound bus ticket for the west coast in that coffee cup. now you're helping. now you can go home to lay under blankets and not feel like such an entitled douche about it.