Jul 02 2009
To Mooch or not to Mooch:God bless a child who has his/her own.
It is as old as the oldest occupation of prostitution. No, you don’t necessarily get paid by the hour but you get paid by advantage, your name is the moocher. A moocher is a person who constantly makes request for help but is not willingly volunteering to help his or herself nor anyone else. They will only help if it is beneficial to him or her. If it is not beneficial to he or she the person will not do the action.
Some are not sure if they are one or not, so here today you’ll find out where you fit in the matter. Don’t get me wrong, we all start off as moochers, breast feeding from our mothers’ nipples. Asking a father figure for a few dollars,but someday the saying that God bless a child who has his/ her own becomes too true. If you can never stand on your own, you’ll never get very far at any goal. And if you do get pretty far at a goal people will never truly trust you or expect much of you. People will simply whisper about how much of a waste of space you are at any given time as well as label you as a person to avoid/ scratch you out of his or her life,if possible. I give mad props to anyone who has ever eliminated a moocher out of his or her life.
There is a Billie Holiday and Arthur Herzog jr song called “God Bless the Child,” the lyrics are as followed:
GOD BLESS THE CHILD
Billie Holiday / Arthur Herzog Jr.
Them that’s got shall get Them that’s not shall lose So the Bible said and it still is news Mama may have, Papa may have But God bless the child that’s got his own That’s got his own Yes, the strong gets more While the weak ones fade Empty pockets don’t ever make the grade Mama may have, Papa may have But God bless the child that’s got his own That’s got his own Money, you’ve got lots of friends Crowding around the door When you’re gone, spending ends They don’t come no more Rich relations give Crust of bread and such You can help yourself But don’t take too much Mama may have, Papa may have But God bless the child that’s got his own That’s got his own Mama may have, Papa may have But God bless the child that’s got his own That’s got his own He just worry ’bout nothin’ Cause he’s got his own.
The song is all too true. Are you a real adult if you’re always trying to get over on people? I think not. Here is a top 10 list of what moochers do.
1. They will ask for money, promise to pay you back, and never pay you back.
2. They will tell you that sharing will benefit each party, when you’re already good on your own.
3. They will use any supplies( food, transportation, clothes, etc) while you keep them available and in good condition,but when things go wrong, they make sure they are only okay, when you were looking out for the both of you from the start.
4. They will quickly ask you for what you owe to them(if anything),but it takes weeks, years, maybe until the day you die to get what is owed to you from them.
5. They will smile in your face, talk behind your back, and scope out all your shit within a hour( from the time you departure somewhere to the time you return, in any situation).
6. They will question you about little things but ignore you questioning them about things you know they took for themselves, without regard for you(or asking), including simple things you bought( you would be surprise) but they will never recall ever mooching from you.
7. They feel as if you are bullying them when you’re just trying to show them they will appreciate things more when they actually go out their way to earn it.
8. They will say and tell every lie possible to get you on their good grace, after you discover how lousy they can be.
9. They are okay with the idea of living in their parents basements for a lifetime.
10. They are satisfied with how life is at the moment, no need for growth, just happy to be a moocher.
If you know a moocher, you can either be extremely blunt about it to them. I doubt they will care or understand why you want them to stop being a scrub. My best advice is to cut them loose, force them to get their own.
If you are a moocher, stop being a sorry waste of an egg and sperm combination. Good grief. Until next time, enjoy the advice.
