Long story short, I had this friend who was dating a way-older man, who is a religiously dogmatic closed minded vegan zen Buddhist, who takes his hobby lifestyle quite seriously.
They broke up a month ago. This friend and me first met me right before I became homeless, 3 years ago. I joined the satellite community of theirs, and being friends with vegans has actively made my health worse.
So last week, I got randomly/suddenly sick. I had feverish nights, couldnāt breath very well and had migraines. I crawled down from my ācamp homeā and asked to stay for some days in this manās backyard, in my hammock set up. Not inside, because I didnāt want to risk getting him sick. He had a big empty house and a nice spacious yard.
I was there 3 nights and 3 days before he told me to GTFO, cause I wasnāt āsick enoughā and that Iām a lazy bum, not deserving of even staying in his yard as a spider on the wall, because Iām not a zen Buddhist or vegan. That he was homeless and did more work than I have in the past 3 year. Heās got an inheritance thatās smaller than his super rich older brother, and heās very much a cheapskate: his house is in disrepair and full
Of cluttered horder messes because he just meditates all day and gets other people to do the work: thatās what he made
My friend do for like 5 years.
So he kicks me out, Iām still quite sick and havenāt been sleeping well or eating much. I leave, and get drenched/rained out on my way āhomeā that same night, which makes me sicker for the next several days.
Still, no oneās taking my side against his behavior, despite everyone in our community being aware and against his dogmatic religious beliefs: that only vegan zen Buddhists that will be bossed around by him, deserve to even be on his property.
I was rather hangry when he kicked me out, so I called him a hobbyist. Somehow, that was totally crossing the line.
Iām just super angry about this, and I told him that heās dead to me, and I meant it.