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Trust me, I've always thought about it. Politicians and bureaucrats don't ever take into consideration how the 'below average' are. Hell, I'm pretty sure the cost of dinner for one night in their house could feed a number of families for a week. But that's how politics is, the super rich and powerful distribute wealth among themselves while the ones below gets the trickles. And that has a number of times played in my head which made me not want to work for a long time. I'd be busting my brain and body for hours just to earn minimum wage while my boss can look at an item 5x my monthly salary and say it's too cheap for their taste (real story).
Society isn't concerned with mental health issues until it becomes something they have to deal with and in every single case where they've been forced to, they just lock up the person in a prison or asylum. The thing is, no one wants a mess but they won't do anything to prevent it. Every year you hear a crazy number of people die because of suicide, mental illness related homicides and other things of the sort, next to no one tries to prevent it because how our world works is that 'it's a problem but not my problem' which is really bad. We always get reports that, let's narrow it down to teens since they are the biggest demographic, commit suicide because of the stress put on them to put their all in school and follow a mindless accord set by society that the only way to live is to be a workhorse for others. If you're an office worker, day after day you do the same thing, prices are always going up yet pay is stagnating if not declining.
I got a pretty decent job once but I soon found out, there is no such thing for a working person. Apparently, I was being paid more than others because I was a System Administrator but when I looked at what the cost was for my very bad way of living, I started to question what a decent job was. My rent alone was more than half my pay (not including bills yet and taxes). I couldn't even afford food. I had lived away from my mother for a while at the time but that was my first real time living alone since I was way far from any one I knew. I remember crying as a 20 year old male some nights, the only thing I had to eat was rice which I had to make in a kettle because I didn't have a stove or anything for that matter. I've lost track of the number of times I've thought about killing myself and the only thing that kept me going was the thought that my mother was prone to depression and I had a baby sister and no matter how dire things became, I'd try to live so maybe one day I can do something for them or at the very least, they die before I do.
I've been very cynical all my life but when all you see are people being modern slaves and the elites just ignoring it up until they can't, it really doesn't help. But that's human nature, I suppose. You'll never even begin to think of drowning until it's your head that goes under water.