That’s one of the big lies of capitalism. Everyone likes to work. We just don’t like being told what to do, and we especially don’t like to be exploited
My best interaction today was helping someone pick up the peanut butter stand he knocked over - I only picked up like 4 jars, but I lived up to my morals and that felt nice. I turned an embarrassing event into something communal, we exchanged like three sentences, and at least three people’s days were made better for a minute long event
It feels good to help. It feels good to do. The money (and implicit coercion) is what makes it feel bad
i wan do gud stff!!! dun wan moni… feels like im bein selfish or whatevr-evn tho sadly one needs it… to hav som stff like housin n foodsies n stff…, :(
Money makes everything horrible. I loved every moment of volunteering, I’ve done so many off the wall things because someone needed help and I have a wide skillet. I love saving the day. I don’t even like praise, I just like the satisfaction of knowing I helped
But money makes me feel yucky. I hate talking about it, I hate asking for it, I hate using it… I’m ok with having it, but only if I don’t look at it. I’m even conflicted about rewards for my work
I want to help people. I want a place i can make my own. I want to be free, to have a place where I can build unrestricted
That’s one of the big lies of capitalism. Everyone likes to work. We just don’t like being told what to do, and we especially don’t like to be exploited
My best interaction today was helping someone pick up the peanut butter stand he knocked over - I only picked up like 4 jars, but I lived up to my morals and that felt nice. I turned an embarrassing event into something communal, we exchanged like three sentences, and at least three people’s days were made better for a minute long event
It feels good to help. It feels good to do. The money (and implicit coercion) is what makes it feel bad
yesyis u got it exactly…-
i wan do gud stff!!! dun wan moni… feels like im bein selfish or whatevr-evn tho sadly one needs it… to hav som stff like housin n foodsies n stff…, :(
Exactly.
Money makes everything horrible. I loved every moment of volunteering, I’ve done so many off the wall things because someone needed help and I have a wide skillet. I love saving the day. I don’t even like praise, I just like the satisfaction of knowing I helped
But money makes me feel yucky. I hate talking about it, I hate asking for it, I hate using it… I’m ok with having it, but only if I don’t look at it. I’m even conflicted about rewards for my work
I want to help people. I want a place i can make my own. I want to be free, to have a place where I can build unrestricted