Whatever they’re called in your culture, Bums, tramps, street people, beggars etc. you encounter them in nearly every city in the world. I would like to differentiate between the beggars you might encounter in a country where there is abject poverty, and people are struggling to survive , and the type in the western world where any donations you make are more likely to feed a drug habit than put food in their stomach. The ironic thing is, that most of them ask for money for a coffee or bus fare. The first is unlikely to be the end requirement, and the latter couldn’t be further from reality. I’d happily give ‘em bus fare to **** off!
Not a very Christian attitude you may think, but I’ve traveled enough around the world to have seen the difference.
What has prompted this is a day in Gastown. I seldom go into the city nowadays, and when I do, within minutes I will have encountered the first scrounging bum of the day. The trip down Hastings at 8 o’clock yesterday morning was quite depressing. My departure form the show and shine without my new camera, tools, bike gear etc. was totally maddening. My own fault, a moments inattention. I try to put it in perspective as "it’s only money". But I work long hours and ****ing hard for my money.
Young men have lost their lives enjoying our hobby this year. In that context I have nothing to complain about, and do in fact cherish my family and what I have. But I can’t help feeling personally affronted by these bums.
Am I alone in this negative attitude - I’d be interested to hear other peoples take?