Me too, bird. Me too…
The other day I saw a pigeon use a cross walk. And then fly away. I’ll never stop thinking about that.
Well it is a cross walk, not a cross fly.
And being fed by humans is amazing.
This is sort of the underpinning of anarchist philosophy. Work freely undertaken.
This is me at 18 with my first full time job, devise a cunning plan to retire at age 30, some deliberate choices and lots of luck and managed to retire at 35. Am now 59.
My only real regret in life is not retiring earlier, the slave indoctrination is hard to walk away from initially.
Now, having been outside the rat race for so long, if i had to go back to work id kill myself, i realize how toxic it all is.
How the fuck did you retire at 35
I have been working for 15 years and never managed to save more than a few thousand dollars
Share the cunning plan. I want out.
The only ways I can imagine retiring at age 35 after starting work at age 18, Were you in the army? Air Force? Marine corps? Coast guard? Drug dealer?
Imagine being lucky enough to have hands and squandering it with capitalism.
Born to be a forest goblin, forced to answer emails.
Me, an urban semi-hermit with ADHD and (mostly social) anxiety:
Edit: If I ever get tired of going by Viking Hippie, Urban Hermit would make for a pretty good username 🤔
Move to the woods. ADHD swamp witch. It’s worth it.
Nah, I much prefer the combination of keeping to myself most of the time and having shops and stuff nearby for the things I either can’t find online or need/want immediately 🤷🏻
I count myself lucky to be sitting in public transports instead of traffic. You take a win where ever you can…
I don’t think I’m cut out to sit in traffic…
Ironic.
Like rain on your wedding day?
It’s a free snaaaaack on ground that is paved.
It’s ten thousand jays when all you need is a rook!
It’s like meeting the waxwing of my dreams, and then meeting his beautiful chook.
Like using the force to extend your life but being killed in your sleep?
Me too crow… me too.
