When the very real possibility of death by starvation for you and your whole family is never more than 6 months away it makes you have a very practical "no time for bullshit" set of priorities. My Dad used to talk about life on the prairies during the depression. He said there was no money. Not as in "well I just spent the last of my paycheque at the strip club and now I'm broke until Friday". Literally no money. In between whatever odd jobs they could find for cash they would scrape up anything they could find to barter for a bag of potatoes. Now people whine like they're going to die when all of the power plugs are already taken by cell phone adapters.
When the very real possibility of death by starvation for you and your whole family is never more than 6 months away it makes you have a very practical "no time for bullshit" set of priorities. My Dad used to talk about life on the prairies during the depression. He said there was no money. Not as in "well I just spent the last of my paycheque at the strip club and now I'm broke until Friday". Literally no money. In between whatever odd jobs they could find for cash they would scrape up anything they could find to barter for a bag of potatoes. Now people whine like they're going to die when all of the power plugs are already taken by cell phone adapters.
When the very real possibility of death by starvation for you and your whole family is never more than 6 months away it makes you have a very practical "no time for bullshit" set of priorities. My Dad used to talk about life on the prairies during the depression. He said there was no money. Not as in "well I just spent the last of my paycheque at the strip club and now I'm broke until Friday". Literally no money. In between whatever odd jobs they could find for cash they would scrape up anything they could find to barter for a bag of potatoes. Now people whine like they're going to die when all of the power plugs are already taken by cell phone adapters.