NO COLLAPSE FOR ME
Last week or thereabouts a minion asked how I would feel if no collapse happened. As if moving out to Elko and living in a tin box was a move of desperation and I might feel pretty silly when nothing happened. Actually, I would feel pretty humpin stupid if I had stayed in
and forked over another fifteen grand to stay in that damned trailer park. The rent went up every year. Even if I awoke as if from a bad dream and decided to move back to “civilization”, I’d still be thousands of dollars ahead just by skipping paying rent. Okay, I am paying six grand plus 8% interest on my land. Yes, overpriced for an acre of scrub brush that would take an additional fifteen grand to string electric to, install a well and septic system. That’s twenty thousand to live in the cold ass mountain desert ( I’m not saying I would spend the extra, just that this is what it would cost to live “normal” ). And I’m only making minimum wage here, I’m not sharing in the alleged high wages from the gold mines ( so what reason to live here, right? ). I could have taken that twenty grand and bought a lot with a mobile home in warm and sunny Carson City . But I don’t care that this is what I’ve ended up with. Three and a half years ago I was paying 60-70% of my take home pay ( wages, plus weekend overtime plus writing income ) to live in a city I hated. Now I’m living next to a town I hate less, and I’m only $2500 away from living rent/mortgage free. It isn’t ideal, by a long shot, but it is a vast improvement. And if the collapse does come, in my convoluted logic I’m theoretically better off. Florida
So, I’m paying less rent. What about a good paying job? Never cared about them. When my kids were born I had been working as retail management for some time. After my youngest was two me and Lucifer’s Handmaiden moved from
California ( good riddance ) to and I took a job I hated because it paid well. The plan was I worked, wife #2 went through pilot school, then I got to be Mr. Mom and write. You all know how that ended. Bitch left me for another pilot and I got to pay child support based on that better paying job. After that I had to work a lot more jobs I hated, just because they paid marginally more. I won’t ever do that again. Living here and in theory losing the opportunity to earn more is not an issue. I don’t care. I won’t kill myself for a job anymore. So, what about “living normal” so I can have a decent wife? Well, I have a BTN wife, which is about as decent as its going to get for me. A decent wife costs money. Which is not a value judgment. I do not think women are whores. As much as I hate their mercenary ways, it has a solid purpose which is security for the family ( we won’t argue if this is justified, in their minds money equals security ). The simple fact is when you decide to divorce yourself from money ( as much as possible anyway ), you shrink the available pool of potential mates drastically. Sure, I miss having a wife that isn’t with me because she has no other options, but you get what you pay for. Oklahoma
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What does that leave? Lack of luxury? I’ll admit, living in a trailer sucks. I’ll be happy to move underground. I did wait far too long to do so, but I had to go through a learning process. To me, a steady temperature in winter will be the lap of luxury. It is a shame I’ll be within a decade or two of dying before I figured all this crap out, but there you have it. If the collapse never comes ( sorry- the complete collapse, not the slow and steady one we’ve been in ), I’ll have no regrets living here. Rent free, lower stress, security in the form of needing far less money. Of course, I really don’t believe any of us will be that lucky. Part of the reason I’ve given up on the old blog is, after a certain point it all gets ridiculous. How do you pretend all is well, I’ll just keep grubbing for money ( keep sending me money though, in case we don’t collapse ). If the end is nigh, why kill yourself trying to sell the survivalist vision to others? They either already got it or will never care until it is too late. I’ll still write about it, but I’m going to relax while doing so. No longer trying to save the world here, move along, nothing to see.
An updated note on my lack of friends. In part I was being facetious, in part I am trying to grasp the idea of friendship. How can you make friends online? Is this possible? How do you have friends long distance? Isn’t that like having a long distance romance? I haven’t had a face to face friend since the mid-90’s. I almost feel like I’m the one who is inadequate. Kind of like when the fat ugly wife that bitches and moans to the husband all the time, then mocks him when he can’t get an erection on command once in a blue moon when she agrees to let him mount her, and then he can’t help but feeling like it is all his fault. With that visual planted in your head, that’s all for today.
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