The Whining and Bitching Thread

One time going to a show my buddy gave $40 to some scummy looking black dude who claimed he needed money for a train, and about 5 minutes later I saw him being escorted from the station by security because he kept lurking around asking people for money. It was so embarrassing that I didnt even mention to my friend how obvious this con was, lol.

Got asked again for "train fare" in NYC this past friday night, I said no, and I got a disgruntled 'wtf man' sort of reply. Fuck you, you arent entitled to my money asshole. I do shit for people all the time as a volunteer EMT, but giving out cash to scammers isnt one of them. I sort of feel bad for people who legitimately need a couple bucks in order to get home, but shame on your own dumb ass for not having a thought out plan when going out.
 
This happened to me last night. I was buying some stuff at the gas station and this guy asked for spare change and I pointed out his clothes looked new and that he was full of shit. I ended up feeling bad so I gave him some of what I bought and he was appreciative.
 
I don't give anything to anyone, because I don't bust my ass at work to "help" people who are probably going to spend it on drugs rather than things they need. Especially when I struggle financially, myself.

It's not even hard to get government assistance here, and we as taxpayers pay enough into that as it is, without people on the street accosting me for my work paycheck.
 
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Maybe it's cruel but I was always raised by my family to totally ignore anyone asking for money. We have a few known local dudes in the city who play music on the same corner and I'll throw some bucks in their hat if I actually have more than a credit card that day, but they aren't asking, and they're earning that money somehow.

There are just way too many fucking beggars in one place for me to even begin choosing who gets a handout and who doesn't, and I can't even begin to decipher who's a crackhead and who isn't because they all look terrible. I always give people cigarettes when they ask though. It's so cold in the D.
 
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Maybe it's cruel but I was always raised by my family to totally ignore anyone asking for money. We have a few known local dudes in the city who play music on the same corner and I'll throw some bucks in their hat if I actually have more than a credit card that day, but they aren't asking, and they're earning that money somehow.

There are just way too many fucking beggars in one place for me to even begin choosing who gets a handout and who doesn't, and I can't even begin to decipher who's a crackhead and who isn't because they all look terrible. I always give people cigarettes when they ask though. It's so cold in the D.
Busking is a worthy thing and totally different from begging. I love hearing people playing music in the street. I usually always give buskers money unless they really suck.

Most beggars are crackheads or junkies of some description as far as I can see. That doesn't stop me from giving them change though.
 
A few years back when I lived in a town there was this accordion-playing "busker" outside a mall I'd pass frequently on my way to school. The guy couldn't play for shit. To clarify, it sounded like he had never touched an accordion in his life. He would just play droning dissonant chords over and over. He also didn't seem quite right in the head and spoke no language I recognized. But there was this period when he'd stand there playing nearly every fucking day, when I went to school in the morning, when I returned home during lunch and when I came home at the end of the day. I did give him money at some point or other partly in recognition of his persistence and partly because I was pretty depressed at the time and thought the dissonant droning made a fitting soundtrack to my life.

I'm not sure you could even call that busking so much as just instrument-assisted begging. I do love encountering genuinely talented buskers and will happily give them money.
 
Maybe it's cruel but I was always raised by my family to totally ignore anyone asking for money. We have a few known local dudes in the city who play music on the same corner and I'll throw some bucks in their hat if I actually have more than a credit card that day, but they aren't asking, and they're earning that money somehow.

There are just way too many fucking beggars in one place for me to even begin choosing who gets a handout and who doesn't, and I can't even begin to decipher who's a crackhead and who isn't because they all look terrible. I always give people cigarettes when they ask though. It's so cold in the D.

Brak!
 
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It hinted at cooling down here for a while, then straight back to 88 degrees. I fucking have it. Me paleface, sun my enemy.
 
Here in Western Australia it is pretty weak probably in comparison to parts of America. We don't get snow here for example, other parts of Australia does though. I think we get like, one random day that's cold enough to snow or whatever.

It's mostly just cold compared to what I'm used to, which is rather brutal heat. Though apparently this is our coldest winter in a century or something.

http://www.perthnow.com.au/news/wes...y/news-story/2a0c8f4fd4e15884b8d2e41f9f6679bb

Failing a warmer spell in the next fortnight, the weather bureau predicts Perth will post its coldest winter since 1998.

The mean maximum for June and July was 18.2C, the lowest since 1998 when a mean of 17.6C was recorded for the two months. The mean minimum for June and July was 8.2C, the coldest for three years.
 
Ever since school got out in May, I've felt like I'm losing interest in music. At first, it was minor. All through June, I would play guitar for three hours every day, but I would hit occasional burnouts.

Now, I don't seem to have much interest in music. I'm playing guitar every day, but only for about a hour. I'm doing this less out of sheer desire than perceived duty; I want to increase my musical abilities whether I enjoy it or not. I'm listening to Watain right now. I'm enjoying it, but passively so. That's how I've felt for the past month. I can hardly remember what it felt like to truly enjoy music. All I remember that it was great. I took it for granted, and it felt mundane. Now, my current lack of interest feels mundane. This makes me wonder if it's just an illusion- maybe I never enjoyed music anymore than I currently do; I'm merely tricking myself into thinking that.

This is really pissing me off. I feel like my worldview is and was rooted in metal. The world revolved around metal to me. Why doesn't it seem that way now? Why would my mind, my greatest fucking ally, do this to itself.

I know that I seem like I'm exaggerating or being overdramatic, but it's hard to explain how I feel without sounding that way.

I'd appreciate some advice, other than "seek mental help" or "stop listening to music".

I'm trying to think of why I feel this way. I was grounded from listening music from March to May because of my grades, however, I still listened to it anyways in secrecy. I don't really believe in karma, I've always thought it was a load of bullshit, but part of my mind thinks that this is the result of karma. I must be a slave to it.