Mini-rant brought on by a conversation overheard on the train:

[bubosquared]

THERE IS NOTHING ROMANTIC, FUN OR OTHERWISE PLEASANT ABOUT BEING HOMELESS!

Thank you.

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[bubosquared.livejournal.com]

Yah. My parents have worked with the homless for nearly fifteen years. I've seen, fairly up-close, how long it takes to get back on one's feet after actually living on the streets for a few years. It's not fun, it's not cool, and one is not "free of all worries," as one of the train-people said. (Hello? Food? Shelter? Not freezing to death? That sounds like worries to me!)

Gnar. I swear, if they'd have got off the train five minutes later, I'd have ignored my politness (or the fact that I do not, in fact speak French sufficiently to carry on this sort of discussion) and butted in.

Snarf.

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[loislane11228.livejournal.com]

There's nothing scarier than not knowing where you're going to live. I was calling shelters a few months ago and just fucking terrified that once I walked into one I'd never walk out.

There've been nights spent on park benches that I don't relish ever repeating.

Fft. I would have said something, in loud obnoxious English. :)

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[bubosquared.livejournal.com]

Exactly. When I ran away from home, I was terrified, and I like travelling, I don't get homesick at all.

Ah, unfortunately, most Walloons don't even understand English.