To survive as they do means losing the last of their humanity. On the streets, emotion is an extravagance that they cannot afford. If they allowed themselves to feel bad, they wouldn’t be able to do the things they need to do in order to live. It’s why we abhor this particular subset of the homeless population. We detest them because they are forced to operate outside our social norms of decent human behavior. We hate them because they survive in spite of their humanity. We hate them because they are us, at our basest, stripped of all we have holding us up as a society of human beings.
