We offered a fella in the subway a place to sleep for a couple nights. In my mind, we were giving him a safe space for a while that would help him get on his feet. But, of course, that's far too little support. He slept in the bed for a few nights, and watched videos on his phone all day, until we needed the room again. We still see him around occasionally, but I don't think he recognizes us.
I think when life has been tough for a long time, escaping into entertainment becomes the only way you can deal with the depression of all the brain clutter.
Oh yeah, you're right about that. That's why the impoverished get caught up in hedonistic means because that's their only means of escape from the harshness of life. You guys are too kind! What was your reassurance that he won't murder you in your sleep? He doesn't even remember you? Man, smells like he feels a bit entitled, doesn't it?
I chalk it up, not to entitledness, but to the insularity that depression causes.
Well, that's another way of looking at it.