20241229-1228. My possessions are part of me. To loose life and limb would be a terrible waste. Letting go of loved ones, especially pets, is already horrible. It would be tough enough to loose food, clothing and shelter – the essentials in life.
I would curse my fate and learn nothing but to hate and curse y’all. If ever that would happen and that which is outta my control, then curse y’all. If I had a chance to control that which I could, then that’s on me.
But the way I see and have known how this “operates”, no one is immune to downfalls whether real – like homelessness or imagined – like ghosts stalking or ancestors whispering.
If I survive the initial loss, I would gather whatever is left of my belonging and start over. I would head on over to the nearest fallout/shelter, seek employment, and do my best NOT to bother others, including my ungrateful family/relatives.
Since I really have NO friends, I’m pretty much on my own. I own nothing as most of my possessions are really bought and paid for by my elderly father who does NOT mind but can’t really refuse; since he has no one else to rely upon.
That’s all. End 1234 PST.