Sometimes, I think people who have never lived through shit are the damaged ones. So damn sheltered and coddled they have no clue and think it’s people who lived with trauma are the odd one out, when it’s the other way around.
They’re the people who sit there on ivory thromes making 15K/hour and saying that single mom doesn’t “deserve” $15/hour, and the one looking the other way when there’s a homeless guy on the street. Clued. Right. Out. To me, that’s damaged.