My total loss of hope

An act of kindness is never trivial. ഹണ്ടർ ഹോഗൻ, 8 ഫെബ്രുവരി 2012.


If I am able, I will tell you about my complete loss of hope. My story does not have a natural starting point, ഒപ്പം I am sure my perspective and understanding will change over time. (I learned this from Gandhi’s autobiography; he wrote something similar in the introduction.)

On this page

  1. A brief and not particularly useful introduction Go⇒
  2. A useful starting point for my story? Go⇒
  3. Pain and sadness Go⇒
  4. My status, briefly Go⇒
  5. The police wake me up and tell me to move (incomplete) Go⇒

A brief and not particularly useful introduction

Subsection updated: 21 June 2012

One way of describing my hopelessness is that I feel (and think) that there is no way to change my life so that I will ever be happy again. Another way is to say that I feel (and think) that I will always feel overwhelming pain and sadness for the rest of my life.

When I try to write about my hopelessness, it is nearly impossible for me to accomplish anything. I ask myself, “കാര്യം എന്തണ്?” I do not believe, nor can I imagine, I will benefit from this. മനുഷ്യർ സാമൂഹിക മൃഗങ്ങളാണ്, എങ്കിലും, and even though I have lost my hope, it seems that I have not lost the innate compulsion to be pro-social.

Paragraphs added: 21 June 2012

Why am I writing about my life? I am not sure, but I talk about some likely motivations on a sub-page.

I sincerely doubt that anyone could have a complete loss of hope from a single event or even from a short series of events. My complete loss of hope was gradual, and there were many times when I believed my life was improving. Because I cannot point to one event and say, “This is when my life started to transform into what you see today”, it is difficult for me to decide how to begin this story.

A useful starting point for my story?

Subsection added: 23 June 2012

I still wish I had the skill to magically write down everything; since I do not, I decided to recycle things I have previously written. I am not happy with this idea, and I think the recycled-writing below is a great of example of why recycling is not my first choice. Unfortunately, the alternative is to write nothing at all. If recycling this particular piece from this particular source is successful, then all other recycling will be simple.

The writing below is from my profile on It is primarily a dating website, but some people use it for social networking or for the absurd quizzes (ഉദാഹരണത്തിന്, “What kind of nerd are you?” ഒപ്പം “Which Hogwarts house are you in?”). The source is odd, but it accurately reflects how I felt at the time (I think I wrote it on 5 Feb 2012), it has useful information it in, and it is the most well-organizedintroductionthat I have written. Ironically, the source, OkCupid, is thestrawthat the ARDC used to break my back. (Foreshadowing! Suspense! Are you impressed? Don’t be. That was an accident: I am not that skilled of a writer.)

On OkCupid, a person’s profile is divided into sections. The first section is titledMy self-summary”. At the time I wrote the information below, the first paragraph in my self-summary was, I am fanatically idealistic about justice, beauty, reason, and life. The second section is titledWhat I’m doing with my life”. The following is an excerpt from that section. With only a few minor but necessary edits, this is exactly what I wrote, even the formatting is from the original.

My self-summaryfrom OkCupid, prior to March 2012

What am I do­ing with my life? Try­ing not to break. Fan­at­ic ideal­ism is dan­ger­ous: it says, “I will break be­fore I will bend. Patrick Henry, an Amer­ic­an who ad­voc­ated for vi­ol­ent re­volu­tion against the Brit­ish, said, “Give me Liberty, or give me Death!” Do we really think he is the only per­son that said something like that? Throughout his­tory, hun­dreds or thou­sands of people all over the world (maybe even mil­lions of people!) have yelled such ab­surdly ideal­ist­ic things. Uh, most of them got thedeathpart of their re­quest. And we don’t like to talk about them very much, നിനക്കറിയാം? It’s kind of a down­er.

One of my her­oes in Gandhi. He fought tire­lessly against in­justice for 50 വർഷം. And the sad truth is that he achieved al­most noth­ing. His arly life was in South Africa op­pos­ing apartheid. Failed. In In­dia, he ad­voc­ated forhome rule”. സമ്മതം, In­dia achievedin­de­pend­encejust be­fore his as­sas­sin­a­tion, but in­de­pend­ence had very little to do with him. Palm trees sur­vive hur­ricanes by bend­ing and by let­ting their branches be stripped away. A rock does notsur­vivea hur­ricane: it just ex­ists. Gandhi was a rock. I am in awe of his strength.

Wu wei ആകുന്നു a Daoist concept that means, to me, ഒരു) “liv­ing in the mo­ment”, ബി) ac­cept­ing the world as it is but al­ways try­ing to make the world a bet­ter place, and c) be­ing bal­anced, har­mo­ni­ous, and peace­ful. I have been try­ing to achieve wu wei for years, but the phrase wu wei lit­er­ally trans­lates towithout do­ing”, so it’s prtty much im­possible todowu wei. And now, after years of look­ing for wu wei, it seems that it is look­ing for me. (I guess all I need to do now is to ac­cept it.)

Of the 7 bil­lion people alive today, on the day I was born, I already had ma­jor ad­vant­ages com­pared to oth­er people: born in a pros­per­ous and power­ful coun­try, ആൺ, part of the ma­jor­ity eth­nic group (it is sad, but still true that sex­ism and ra­cism are part of Amer­ic­an cul­ture), taller than av­er­age, smarter than av­er­age, bet­ter look­ing that av­er­age, and my fam­ily was lower middle class, so we were not des­ti­tute. I didn’t do any­thing to earn or de­serve any of these ad­vant­ages: it was just luck.

I don’t eat cavi­ar for break­fast, drive a Maser­ati, or have a yacht (and my gals don’t in­clude be­ing su­per-rich), but my life is still much bet­ter than that of 95% of the people in the world. I sus­pec­ted that was true even be­fore I had traveled, പക്ഷേ liv­ing in China and trav­el­ing through so many oth­er coun­tries, I got to see ex­actly how lucky I was when I was born. Pic­tures from my travels:

Home­less in Bud­apest

Homeless in Budapest

Child on the road from Shig­atse to Lhasa

Child on the oad from Shigatse to Lhasa

Do­ing laun­dry in the canals of Su­zhou

Doing laundry in the canals of Suzhou

Road re­pair on the road from Lhasa to Yam­drok-Tso

Road repair on the road from Lhasa to Yamdrok-Tso

Man haul­ing scrap wood

Man hauling scrap wood

Dry­ing cow-dung to use as fuel

Drying cow-dung to use as fuel

Mum­bai shanty town

Mumbai shanty town

Palestini­an boy shoot­ing An­drew with a BB-gun

Paletinian boy shooting Andrew with a BB-gun

Hun­dreds of un­fin­ished build­ings in Beth­le­hem, West Bank

Hundreds of unfinished buildings in Bethlehem, West Bank

As a kid, I was taught thatto whom much is giv­en, much is ex­pec­ted.I have an over­de­veloped feel­ing of duty to oth­ers and to man­kind in gen­er­al. I think this is a vir­tue, but as I say be­low, our strengths are also our weak­nesses, so some­times my de­sire tosave the worldis just silly. It took me a long time to fig­ure out that I have such a strong sense of duty and what I should do with that feel­ing. At 30, I went tolaw school be­cause I thought it would help mesave the world—whatever that means. But even be­fore law school, I felt the need to speak up when I thought something was un­fair. Be­fore the Ir­aq war, for ex­ample, I felt that if I didn’t speak up, then I was ta­citly sup­port­ing the war, so I used my web­site to ex­press my views.

After law school, I was a pro­sec­utor in a very small county. So small that it only had one stop-light and I was the only as­sist­ant pro­sec­utor. I did not like liv­ing in such a rur­al and isol­ated place, but the work it­self was amaz­ingly sat­is­fy­ing, es­pe­cially be­cause it was in a small county. In a large county, there are so many cases, that no in­di­vidu­al case really mat­ters that much (to the county asa whole), but in a small county, every case has the po­ten­tial to make the county a bet­ter place to live. I worked hard, and even though I didn’t save the world and I didn’t even save our county, I still helped to make our com­munity a bet­ter place to live. It was the most ful­filling thing I have ever done; I felt that I was fi­nally sat­is­fy­ing my duty to help oth­ers.

While a small county was good for my job sat­is­fac­tion, it was not good for my per­son­al life. In a county that only has a few thou­sand people, after you sub­tract all of the mar­ried people, the kids, the re­tired people, and the people you are not com­pat­ible with, you are left with ap­prox­im­ately zero people to date. After I had lived there for al­most a year, I spon­tan­eously spent a couple of hours hanging out with a wo­man (it was not a date.) To­wards the end of those couple of ours, she told me that she had a crush on me. I kissed her good night. We nev­er hung-out again. The catch? About a month pri­or to the spon­tan­eous meet­ing and kiss, I had pro­sec­uted her. I didn’t try to hide what had happened (in part be­cause the pre­vi­ous as­sist­ant pro­sec­utor had turned a former de­fend­ant in­to a girl­friend). In a small town, every­onnows everything, and about one month after the kiss, my boss asked me if it happened; I told the truth, and he fired me on the spot.

I im­me­di­ately star­ted look­ing for an­oth­er job, and I have had a ton of great in­ter­views, but it is a very com­pet­it­ive time right now. I went back to school to work on a second law de­gree. I tried some oth­er things. A lot of things al­most got my life back on track, but al­most doesn’t count.

For the first 34 years of my life, I was usushy;ally more suc­cess­ful than the year be­fore, star­ted col­lege at 16, had my own busi­ness by 18, en­joyed the dot com boom in the 90s, gradu­ated in the top 3% of my law school class, and then I was a pro­sec­utor. The last two years, എങ്കിലും, have not fol­lowed that trend.

Dur­ing those 34 വർഷം, I de­veloped habits and skills that ad­ded up to suc­cess. Dur­ing the last two years, I’ve ap­plied those same habits and skills, but since they have not worked, it is time for a change. One thing I used to do when I faced a dif­fi­cult chal­lenge was to fo­cus on the prob­lem and with­draw from so­cial activ­it­ies. Over the last couple of years, I’ve slowly be­come less and less so­cial un­til I was ba­sic­ally a her­mit. But it’s time for change, വലത്? And here I am.

തീർച്ചയായും, it is a bit ab­surd for me to be more act­ive on this web­site right now I’m still look­ing for a job, and I am pinch­ing every penny: so no fancy dates from me. (Fun dates, സമ്മതം; fancy dates, no.) Part of the penny-pinch­ing is that I am some­times stay­ing with friends, but I usu­ally just sleep in my car. ഭൂതകാലത്തിൽ, I’ve of­ten slept in my car—that’s how I have seen so much of the US—so it’s not a big deal to me. (I talk about the times I have pur­posely slept in my car in this journ­al entry. [Ok­Cu­pid hasjourn­als”, but since this is not Ok­Cu­pid, I re­moved the link.]) [Feb 17, 2012 edit: I’ve no­ticed that I didn’t ex­pli­citly writeI don’t have an apart­ment.In­stead, I strongly im­ply that I don’t have an apart­ment by writ­ing that Isleep in my car.” ഭൂതകാലത്തിൽ, I wasn’t em­bar­rassed about sleep­ing my car; it served a pur­pose and had great­ne­fits. This time, എങ്കിലും, I am em­bar­rassed that my life situ­ation in&hy;cludes that I don’t have an apart­ment. Maybe that is too hon­est for an on­line pro­file, but it is the truth.]

Des­pite a couple of bad years, I am still much bet­ter off than most people in the world (മുകളിൽ കാണുന്ന), so who am I to com­plain? I’m not con­tent with my situ­ation, so I am still try­ing to change it, and I think my track re­cord sug­gests I will change it.

But I still broke

Despite the hopefulness of the last paragraph, a few weeks later, I broke. My hope has not returned, and now I am writing my story here.

Pain and sadness

When I say that I feel pain and sadness in every part of my being, I am nearly certain that you cannot comprehend what I mean. I am nearly certain because if I could magically have a conversation between Hunter-of-today and Hunter in November 2011 (just six months ago), I would never be able to describe my current feelings to my old self. If Hunter in November 2011 could not understand how I currently feel, then how could I possibly describe to you, anonymous reader, how I feel today?

My sadness is not just an emotional feeling: I often feel the sadness as a physical sensation, especially in my eyes. I usually describe the feeling as asadness behind my eyes”. The physical sensation seems to emanate from a location just behind my eyeballs. In this case, it is not pain or burning or itching or any other sensation I would typically association with a physical experience. പകരം, it is a physical experience of sadness. It does not feel anything like crying feels. It is not throbbing or dull or sharp. It is sadness, but a physical experience in addition to the emotional sadness.

It is similar to how stress can give me a stomachache. ചിലപ്പോൾ, stress merely causes a stomachache; if the stress is severe, then sometimes I will feel like my stomach is twisted into knots. These sensations are relatively common, and many other people have felt something like this. (I tend toputmy stress in my stomach, and I think it is interesting that my father used to do the same thing. I am not sure if he still does, but he certainlyputhis stress in his stomach for many years. It is interesting to me because my parents divorced when I was young, and even though I spent most of my life with my mother, my father and I still have many eerily similar characteristics.)

ദി “sadness behind my eyesis similar to the stress-induced stomachache, but there is a major difference. The stomachache is still completely physical, even when caused by stress, and I can have a stomachache feel the same way because of food poisoning or sickness. The physical sensations may have been caused by stress, but they are still merely a physical experience. The sadness behind my eyes, എങ്കിലും, is a physical experience that can only be described with emotional words; and I have never feltsadness behind my eyesbecause of an illness.

All of this may sound trivial, and these experiences alone—stomachaches and sad eyes—are trivial. The problem is that these are not the only ways that I feel my sadness, my stress, and my hopelessness. I have these emotions, and all of these emotions have leaked out into the rest of my existence. I feel the sadness in my eyes. I feel hopelessness in my arms: it is almost as if my arms are asking, “Why should we move? No good will come of it.I have not catalogued every physical sensation, so maybe there are parts of my body that do not feel the sadness and the hopelessness, but I have certainly felt emotional manifestations in my eyes, my stomach, my arms, my ears, my toes, my scalp, my chest, my lungs, my heart, and other places. These are not constant feelings, but they are too common.

My status, briefly

I am listing these things merely for context. I do not want pity. I do not blame other people for my current position in life. I made my choices, ഒപ്പം obviously I made some poor choices. [28 ആഗസ്റ്റ് 2012: everyone makes some poor choices. I previously considered itobviousthat my choices were poor because my life situation is dire. I have learned many new facts, and I now understand that my life situation is dire because two-to-three people have expended tremendous effort (and tax-payer money) to destroy my career and life. Some of their actions are so absurd that if my life were a movie, most people would say, “That would never happen in real life.But it has happened in real life—my life—and it took me at least 26 months to accept that it was happening to me.] [24 ജൂണ് 2012: My view about this might be changing. I know I made decisions that contributed to my situation, but other people also made choices. Some people have deliberately made the decision to hurt me. കൂടാതെ, of the more difficult things for humans to accept is that life is mostly random: some people win the lottery and some people get a rare infection in their brain. That randomness, especially when it causes pain, can be difficult to deal with.]

  1. Unemployed since February 2010.
  2. Unemployment income ended February 2012, so no income since then.
  3. Pending charges from the ARDC make gaining employment exceptionally difficult. (One employer retracted a job offer the day before I was to start simply because there was a pending investigation; the employer did not know or even care about the nature of the investigation.)
  4. Relationships with most of my family and friends are damaged or destroyed. I have developed and discovered some friendships, എങ്കിലും, that have been amazing. Some people have been exceptionally kind and generous to me.
  5. Homeless since August 2011.
  6. When I became homeless, I had to abandon most of the things I owned. (Since my family relationships have been damaged, apparently it was not an option for me to move those items to my brother’s house.) Everything I own fits in my car.
  7. No phone service as of 5 ജൂലൈ 2011.
  8. I cannot afford dental care. Fillings fell out of two of my teeth, and one of them has eroded so severely that it is practically a hole in my gums.

No one can honestly say, “I have hit rock bottom.When people do hit rock bottom, they do not live to tell about it. Corollary: it can always get worse.

Well, look on the bright side, at least it can’t get worse!”

ഇല്ല, it can always get worse.

The police wake me up and tell me to move (incomplete)

Subsection added: 5 June 2012

As I start to write this, അത് 11:23 am on 5 ജൂണ് 2012. കഴിഞ്ഞ രാത്രി, at about 2 am, I was tired, so I found a place to sleep on a quiet residential street in the northern part of Chicago (within the city limits, which is an important detail). At approximately 10:20 am, I was sleeping and heard what I thought was someone hitting my car with their car door or backing into my car. I spend a lot of time sitting in my car in parking lots or on streets, and you would be appalled if you knew how often your car gets hit by other people. After a few hits, എങ്കിലും, I realized that someone was intentionally tapping my car windows: a Chicago Police officer.

I was sleeping in the passenger seat, so I turned the car key to activate the electricity and I lowered the passenger window. This is the second time the Chicago Police have awakened me while I slept in my car. The first time was about two months ago. I was sleeping in the parking lot of a McDonald’s with a 24-hour drive through, and it was about 3 am. Two female police officers woke me up.

(In most situations in life, gender has very little impact on situations. But I do believe that gender had a small but noticeable impact on these two encounters with the police. I could be wrong, എങ്കിലും. There were some other differences in the situation that might explain why I was treated differently. The first time I spoke with the police, there were two police officers, but today, there was only one police officer [that I know of]. Violence against police officers almost always happens when they are dealing with seemingly benign situations such as a speeding ticket or a homeless man sleeping in his car. Police must constantly be careful because even someone that seems harmless could be a very dangerous person. In my first encounter with police, there were two officers and that is significantly safer for the officers than my encounter today, when there appeared to only be one officer. On the other hand it was full daylight today, while the 3 am encounter was, well, at 3 am. Gender might not explain tifference, ഒന്നുകിൽ, because people have all sorts of temperaments. The officer today had a much more aggressive attitude than the two officers I met a few months ago. The difference in attitude has nothing to do with gender, but the difference in attitude might completely explain why the police handled the situation differently. A third non-gender explanation could be geography. ദി 3 am encounter was in a densely-populated area of Chicago and the police in that area likely have to respond to a lot more calls. ഇന്ന്, I was near the edge of the Chicago city-limits, and the area was arguably suburban. Police in this part of town likely have less calls. അതുകൊണ്ടു, the officer today probably had a lot more time to devote to me than did the officers at 3 am in a high-incident part of Chicago. സത്യത്തിൽ, homelessness in that part of Chicago is common, while I assume that homelessness in the part of Chicago I was at today is relatively rare. Gender is also a horrible predictor of behavior. When you look at behaviorinh entire population, there are clear differences is gender behavior. But those differences have almost no value when dealing with an individual person. Just because a gender class tends to have a specific character trait, there is no reason to believe that the individual person you are speaking with will have that specific character trait. In these two situations, it is my belief that broad gender character-tendencies had a small role in how things were handled, but even if I am right, the gender character-tendencies were only one of many different factors and cannot possibly explain the entire situation. Please do not put more emphasis on gender in my description than I am placing on it. അവസാനമായി, if gender character-tendencies did play a role in either situation, I do not think that one set of gender character-tendencies is superior to the other set of gender character-tendencies. Different doesn’t always mean one is superior. സത്യത്തിൽ, differences within a population is nearly always superior o pplaions that lack differences. Two easy examples are genetic diversity and group think: homogeny is the enemy in both cases. Differences are healthy.)

When the two officers awakened me at 3 am, they did an excellent job of quickly establishing control of the situation and finding out who I am and why I was sleeping there. I explained that I was homeless. They explained that I still couldn’t sleep in that parking lot. By the end of the conversation, they were still very clear and very firm that I was going to move my car as soon as possible, but they also spoke to me in a very respectful, sympathetic, and understanding manner. I was scared and ashamed, and I believe that they performed the job excellently and that they were also excellent and caring humans at the same time. I left, and there wasn’t any trouble. (To be clear, if gender had any role here, I think it was that the officers found a way to excellently perform their job while still having sympathy.)

ഇന്ന്, the officer was significantly more aggressive and distrustful. (I don’t think this officer was aggressive or distrustful because of gender. I hate that I have to spend so much time explaining gender. I want to be able to talk about my life experiences and views as frankly as possible, but I also don’t want people to misunderstand the amount that gender ശക്തി have impacted this situation. I especially do not want anyone to think that my discussion of gender means that I think one gender is superior to the other. While I firmly believe in gender differences, I also firmly believe that those difference do അല്ല mean one gender is superior. [Why did I tread into this minefield? For those who care, the language I am using sometimes implies a binary-view of gender, but that is because I am not yet good at using language that escapes the binary-gender paradigm. I am sorry if my word choices offend anyone because that is not my goal.])

I have been writing non-stop, and it is now 12:20 PM. വ്യത്യസ്തമായി പറഞ്ഞു, I have spent the last hour trying to talk about what happened to me today and how it helped me to understand something that I think might be very important, but I have not even started to explain the true point of the story. പകരം, in my attempt to put the events into context, I have had to take massive detours to diffuse potentially explosive comments. This problem is all too common in my life. I have traveled an unusual path in life and I have atypical opinions and beliefs that do not easily compress into sound bites or labels. I cannot even answer a simple question like, “where did you go to school?” without either oversimplifying so much that I am basically lying or alternatively, spending at least 15 minutes explaining my convoluted educational history. To answer the question thoroughly, it probably takes about an hour. “Where did you grow up?” Full answer? One to two hours. “What do your parents do?” Full ans Ha! Two hours? Three? Five?

I really wanted to share this full experience and this insight, but I am emotionally exhausted now. If I can, I will write more later.

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