Have you ever known a moocher?
I’m not talking about the kind of moocher who borrows a few dollars or a smoke or a cup of sugar and never repays the favor. I’m talking about the kind of person whose friends, family, and sometimes co-workers pay the moocher’s way though a portion of their adult life.
It has always astounded me how these moochers do it. They don’t work a steady job, they might do an odd job here or there, and they are oftentimes smart, fairly well-educated people who manage to live a good life off the backs of others. In fact, they might live a better life than those who enable the moocher.
I’ve known a few moochers along the way, and I’ve tried to avoid them like the plague. Many years ago, I worked with a moocher. After helping out as much as was humanly possible, I had to put a stop to it. A new job helped me to ease out of the situation, and it wasn’t long before the moocher found someone else to pick up the slack.
Then there is the “poor me” kind of person. There is always enough money to support their favorite habit or addiction, but never enough money to meet their rent, pay their utility bills, put gas in their car, or buy groceries.
That’s when some unsuspecting soul comes along, befriends such a person, and the next thing you know they are financially supporting a total stranger. It happens all the time.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m all about helping those who truly need it, but the habitual moocher or the constant poor me … not so much.
Anyway, I don’t know why this topic came up. Maybe the chatter about the moochers who live off the government had something to do with it. Just saying …
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