A few days ago it was raining hard. I tried to give a wet homeless dude an umbrella. Before that I tried to give him shoes and socks. He only wanted the socks.
Later, I tried to give him my ex-gf’s umbrella and he didn’t want it. It was “Dennis the Menace” purple. 
I asked him twice, “are you sure, it’s OK.” Every time I asked, he would consider it and make body language like, yes. Yet, his head would pop up, his eyes would get big and he would say, “no thanks.” It was if every time he considered the help he would hear an oppressive voice or see a monster approaching. My friend said that he’s given the same guy some items and he never sees the guy with the items later. Know one knows what happens or what goes on after he receives the stuff. Not mad at him. I usually shrug and say, “oh well, nice try.”

Giving to others feels good. There’s no doubt about that. Simply trying to give when we can give feels good also. Maybe we are all oppressed curators.

At least the kids probably aren’t drug addicts. The old lady probably didn’t have a meth problem. Right?
Tell that to your ideals. Be grateful to give to that. 😂❤️‍🔥🫤
See you in idealist-hell or whatever is next neighbor. 👍❤️‍🔥😬