Going to my local dept of human services office (or as some might know it, the welfare office) always evokes a strong and uncomfortable mix of emotions and thoughts. It creates a clash of my middle-class upbringing and my current below-poverty-level existence. The multiple lenses I view life through are brought into stark disparity here. In most other places of my life, these lenses I've acquired, developed and cultivated throughout my life work together quite well to help me instantaneously see multiple sides to any given situation. But, here, for reasons I'm not fully sure of yet, this perspective I have now just highlights the internal conflicts I still have unresolved.
If you have ever thought Sociology was an "easy" line of study, or unnecessary, then you don't see what I see. The big picture of our society is so insanely complex. There is nothing black and white about anyone or their situation. Untangling the twists and turns of each persons journey and understanding how they effect each other is pretty much an possible task.
More later...I am crawling the walls here, waiting so long to see our worker.
