I want today, I want tomorrow!

So between my last post, a Facebook comment made about it, and the general random workings of my brain, I've been thinking about entitlement a lot lately. I don't know if that's something I personally have a problem with. If you are related to me you might disagree, but the middle-child syndrome is something that I can't really avoid and not what I'm talking about at all (everyone's entitled to a first rate childhood, so yeah).

The things I think I deserve are pretty simple. I'm going to try to catalog them.


The first thing that came into my head is that I deserve to laugh everyday. The internet is amazing for this. If I hit the stumble button enough, I will find something that makes me giggle.

I also deserve to not be treated like garbage, unless I have been treating terribly for no real reason. I'll admit I do that sometimes. I can definitely be grumpy bear.

I deserve to be listened to. I may ramble a lot, but I don't really appreciate when people say I give them brain freeze. At least try and get the gist of it you guys.

I deserve to not be homeless. I remember listening to something, probably a This American Life episode, where they were talking about preparing emigrants from... somewhere in Africa? for their move to America. One of the points they had to drive home was that some people just straight up did not have homes. Their families wouldn't take them in. I, luckily, know I always have a couch I can crash on (provided I can make it to Lincoln), and I'm grateful for that.

I feel like I deserve to eat. I try not to complain too much about our bare cupboards and make do on what I've got. So yesterday I had a chocolate chip cookie and 2 pumpkin bite things that my sister graciously gifted to me after Christmas. Somehow that was enough to run on. God bless my body's famine mode.

I deserve to not be made to feel like crap because I'm poor! Seriously. I'm doing what I can. I work. I cannot get another job, considering Goodwill was a last ditch effort and no where else wants me, and the whole working really weird hours thing makes it even more difficult. I'm trying to tough it out, but sometimes I want to complain. Please don't treat me like a bad person, because it's not like I'm living off the system or anything. I work, at a non-profit at that!

This is getting a little rage-y. I guess my point is I'm not asking for much. I would really be happy if the bottom of my Maslow's Hierarchy was taken care of. Oh! Speaking of Maslow's Hierarchy, I know this is ridiculous and has nothing to do with anything but it's a tidbit I want to share with someone, every time I mention it (which is a surprising amount. It's one of my favorite psych concepts) I think about Gossip Girl. Once, ages ago, I read a description of the show that said it was a look at what happens when a group of people only has to worry about the self-actualization portion of the Hierarchy. I guess it stuck with me because it made it okay for me to watch, but I still think it's at least marginally interesting.

Anyway, there's my required blog post for the day.