Too Bad If You Are Hungry, Someone Needs His $20 Mil....October 18, 1999

Too Bad If You Are Hungry, Someone Needs His $20 Mil....October 18, 1999

Okay, I am a week behind in writing, which is unusual for me (save the honeymoon period). Nevertheless, I have been trying earnestly to get caught up. It just is not happening. So, I am going to let it go and just write under today's date.

I had been in a depression all last week, which is the predominant reason I had not been able to write much. I am not going to go into details as to what the triggers were because it would be redundant. Suffice it to say, I made it most of the way to the end of the tunnel, with a few scrapes and scratches, but no serious injury. I have not so much as even considered going down that road again. Paxil probably has something to do with that, and I thank The Goddess profusely for storing up what she did for me, despite the hell she put me through in not taking the increase herself.

It is a double edge sword, having mental illness and being too poor most of the time to afford medication. Luckily, neither of us incurred any serious contusions in the process of securing me a three month supply.

The bottom line, folks, is that no one missed much, save a few crying spells in between spending way too much time in bed in between figuring out what excuse I can use to get out of work this time. It is difficult to work with the fucked up when I am too fucked up myself.

Not being able to afford my medication every month is a tangent of the theme I was discussing in my last entry about trading cards.

As a society, the value we place on things is seriously skewed.

During my most recent trip to the flea market, I was horrified to discover that one single solitary Pokemon card is now worth at least $100.00.

That is beyond skewed; that is even more fucked up than I, or even my most seriously disturbed clients will ever be.

How does this happen? How can it be that a piece of cardboard and ink can be worth a hundred dollars...a thousand dollars...or even more? Who makes these decisions?

It is so very arbitrary.

The value we place on materials and entertainment in North America simply cannot be justified. The evils of capitalism aside, just how much money does a person need?

How is it that a complete and utter Neanderthal like Mike Tyson can be a millionaire when millions of children on this continent are starving?

How is it that a top billed actor in a movie can earn twenty million when so many are homeless?

How is it that a Pokemon card can earn someone a hundred dollars when people like myself cannot have access to needed medication?

Because we, as a society, make it so.

But we can also make it not so.

....Blessed Be...