So far outside the box you can't even see the box from here.
Monday, March 10, 2014
The slaves get angry
People like to complain. No surprise there. I've discovered that they don't want solutions, but only want to hear sympathetic noises.
When someone whines about the the high price of electricity, I tell them how they can reduce their bill or go off grid completely. They complain about sewer and water bills, and I tell them about my well and septic system. The high price of gas bothers them, and I'll show them my waste veggie burning vehicle.
It might be too much to expect a polite thank you and questions on how to do it. A tiny few want to know, but many more actually get angry at me. That puzzled me. My guess is that they rather keep being slaves to the system rather than do the work to be free.
One nice exception to that experience has been the live aboard boat cruisers. Most of them know the cost and the value of freedom. The life style requires a high level of self reliance. People who are out living on boats have taken risks. They've exchanged being normal for a high level of freedom.
I thought that I'd get a fair number of cruisers criticizing my choice to travel on such a small boat. That was rare. More often people would praise my choice to sail on a 19 foot boat. Many recommended that I stay away from big boats. The extra complexity and expense puts freedom at risk. Too much money and time goes into keeping a big boat going. Some learned the lesson the hard way. Several captains have actually gone from big luxurious boats to much smaller ones. Freedom was more important that physical comfort.
The system (government/business/etc.) doesn't want people to be free. We should all be good worker bees: paying our bills, getting into debt, being taxed to death, and totally dependent on the system. Free people rely less and less on the system. Even a small home garden gives people a taste of independence.
Funny thing about freedom. For some of us, even a small taste is very sweet. Some of us, having a small taste, want a whole lot more. The blinders drop from our eyes and we see the chains that bind us.
I live in an area of NH known as the Great North Woods. I'm in my dome-i-cile out in the county with my lovely wife and a varying number of family and friends
-part red neck, part hippie but all country. Experimenting and enjoying the adventure of life.