Summary

The author expresses their frustration with societal attitudes towards houseless individuals and emphasizes their right to call their living situation a home.

Abstract

The author begins by acknowledging that this story is not for those who show kindness to the houseless, but for those who judge and belittle them. They explain that being houseless does not equate to being dead, and they still have the right to live somewhere, even if it's not a traditional home with a fixed address. They describe the difficulties of living without basic necessities, such as a toilet or running water, and explain that they have learned to live without societal trappings. The author then shares their dream of owning a narrow boat and living without societal abuse. They remind the reader that anyone could become houseless at any point in life and that they have the right to claim their living situation as a home.

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The author is frustrated with societal attitudes towards houseless individuals and feels that they are not treated with respect or dignity.
The author believes that being houseless does not equate to being dead and that they still have the right to live somewhere, even if it's not a traditional home.
The author feels that living without societal trappings can be freeing and that they have no desire to return to a traditional lifestyle.
The author has a dream of owning a narrow boat and living without societal abuse, which they believe would provide them with both a home and an escape from hypocritical commentary.
The author reminds the reader that anyone could become houseless at any point in life and that they have the right to claim their living situation as a home.

Home is Where the Heart is Happy!

Being Houseless does not entitle you to abuse me with your words.

I apologize upfront to all the angels of the earth.

This story is not for you. It’s for all the hypocrites. The ones that think their houses give them privilege. Those that assume they are more special than anyone else in the world.

This is my response to their mindless drivel. All the abuse me and my partner receives because we have no house. This is just the beginning of my sarcastic retort to them. There are many additions to come. As long as the insult continues, so will my satirical quip.

Hopefully, it will allow others to think before they open their mouths.

Question if you have rights to make the comments you are about to. Are they helpful…. is that your intention?

Or do you just say them out of spite? Do they somehow make you feel better about yourselves? Do they somehow cure the troubles in your life?

I expect not!

Nor do they help me or anyone else in the same position. Yet we continually hear them. So please learn to hold your tongue. Our ears have no desire to hear you any more.

#1 in response to the comment ‘’you are ‘homeless’, but you claim to live near…. how can you claim both?’’

You’ve taken it upon yourselves to conclude yours is the only way through life. I hate to point this out, but as you can see, since I am stood right here, I am still breathing. I even have a pulse!

Do not assume that you can declare I am dead? Because -I’m not in a house — I am no longer living!

I’m still alive — I have to live somewhere. Whether that’s a shop doorway, a cardboard box or a tent in a wood. That is my current home. I am fully entitled to claim; I live there!

It might not be what you call home. It’s not perfect. But it is my home.

It doesn’t come with a fixed address or postcode. Which is inconvenient for the postman! You know, when I want to order my next PlayStation! Oh no, can’t run one of them, no tv and — I don’t have electric!

It doesn’t have your posh driveway, so I can’t park my bright new spangly car there. No garden to speak of, I can’t mow my lawn, plant flowers or vegetables. I don’t have a wardrobe to hang all my extra clothes!

I don’t have your mod cons. In fact, I struggle with just the basics necessities. No oven, fridge or freezer. No toilet or running water. No gas pipelines. And now you want to condemn me to what…. am I dead?

I’m different from you. I’ve learnt to get along without all the societal trappings. And you still stand in front of me, and tell me that I’m not even allowed to call this my home. I’m not allowed to claim I live anywhere.

Here’s, what I have to say about it.

Home to me is not a house. It has nothing to do with financial means. Home to me is where my heart is. Where I’m happy, where I’m loved. Plain and simple.

My heart is with my man that loves and cares for me (as I do for him). My heart is where I feel at peace, within nature.

I have not always lived as I do today.

I have lived in your houses. I have lived with people just as pompous as you. For years, I tried to fit in with you, conform to your societal whims. I didn’t like it. I wasn’t happy. I left. I have no desire to go back.

My tent is not perfect.

In summer months it gets so hot I can not breathe. The nettle and tree pollen makes me sneeze. I have to walk more often for basics like water.

In Winter, it’s so cold and damp my hands refuse to function. By the time the climate has done its damage, my bedding is sodden and mouldy. I risk my life walking anywhere, because of all the mud. One slip and I could be gone!

I hope one day for something better. But it will not be one of your houses. I see no status in them.

My dream home, one day, when I can afford it, will be a narrow boat. A floating home and trading post. From which I will sell my artistic wares and live my life without your societal abuse.

It would not just be a home for me, but an escape from all your hypocritical commentary, you think you may burden my existence with.

It will be my odyssey!

Perhaps you should start recording your conversations. Are you this tyrannical with everyone you meet?

Or is it just me!

Do I have a target inscribed on my forehead, claiming I am dead? Let me check in my mirror. No, nothing there!

Let me remind you.

I’m not the only Houseless person in the world.

It could happen to any of us, at any point in life.

There are many reasons for its cause. Mine was living with someone just like you!

Who knows, perhaps you are next ? Perhaps Karma will come for you.

Let’s hope, if that’s the case. I don’t see fit to rebuke your current abuse over me.

I dont have a house. I have a Home. And I have rights to claim I am living!