I am a soldier in a war, just like any other soldier I fight and sacrifice for what I believe in. I do not take up arms, my weapon is knowledge and it
does so hurt many with whom it comes in contact. The truth does hurt, not everybody enjoys being told they are to blame for their own suffering.
A little over four years ago I allowed myself to realize that I was working for my own pain. I quit my job, simply stopped selling and helping others
to sell. I stopped paying my bills and my taxes, I knew I'd never have any money again and that everything would soon be taken from me anyway. I had
enough money that I was able to live in my apartment for probably 3 or so months before I was evicted, I left almost all of my belongings behind, what
would I do with them anyway? I kept one duffel bag full of clothing and toiletries, also I still had my truck which had not yet been repossessed.
I slept at my girlfriend's house for a month or two after which she left on a road trip, without me of course, after all I had no money to support
myself on said trip. I then slept one night at a highway rest stop, the next day I moved in with my mother.
I'm not sure how long I lived there, but she eventually became fed up with my refusal to get a job and pay rent. Rather than ask me to leave she
simply stopped paying the rent so we would get evicted. In protest to the act of eviction I did not leave. The police arrived and I simply refused to
comply with orders, which seemed to confuse them quite a bit. I did not resist at any point, they threatened to taser me, but I guess I called their
bluff. Eventually they cuffed me and hauled me away to jail where I stayed for two days I believe.
This is where the couch surfing phase arrived. I went from friends house to friends house sleeping on sofas, generally 1-3 days was the time allotted
at each place, one gentleman allowed me a weeks stay. I slept one night on top of a folded cardboard box near a highway. I then found one old friend
with whom I lived with for about 1 year. He lost his job and was eventually evicted.
Now I am living with my mother again. She offered, I almost didn't take her up on the offer as a friend had given me a camping tent that I came very
close to utilizing instead. I don't know how long this chapter will last, she is becoming increasingly agitated with my refusal to support the
American dream (nightmare.) She has threatened to kick me out on a few occasions to which I reply "You don't have to kick me out, you can simply ask
me to leave." My brother lives here too, though he works. He doesn't seem to mind my presence so much and I think that balances out my mothers ire a
bit, though I'm quite certain he's not terribly happy with my choice to be a bum. I also think that my mother learned from our last encounter. She was
probably expecting that after the eviction I would eventually succumb to the fear of death and get a job. She knows now that did not happen and will
not happen as I am willing to die for my cause, just like any good soldier.
Everyday of the last four or so years has been a battle. A battle against those that would see me not as someone fighting for their freedom, but as a
bum and a drain on society. I have been punched in the face and have been threatened with violence on other occasions. I am one man living in a world
where billions of people see me as their enemy when in fact it is they who are their enemy. I usually don't have clean clothes, I have long hippy hair
and a beard. I don't think it's all that out of the ordinary, but people do stare. It's hard to meet new people, generally everyone asks about your
job right off the bat and my response doesn't generally garner me any accolades.
As a side note I haven't actually been sitting around doing nothing. For one I like to contemplate the universe and I think I have come up with some
very useful ideas. I also try to let people in on the idea that money is the root of all evil. In addition to that I have taught myself the Python
programming language and am currently programming a video game in my 'spare' time, it'll be made available for free of course.
Anyway as stated in my original post on this thread, the monetary system is the problem. Support said system and you support the suffering of you and
all others connected to it. There was a time when I was part of the problem, that is no longer the case. The only way to fight the true enemy is to
simply walk away from it. That enemy gets it's power from those that believe in it. For each and every INDIVIDUAL that simply walks away the enemy
looses power. Each individual has the power to deal a significant blow to the bad guy.
Any war that is fought against an enemy incurs sacrifice and there has, in the past, always been those willing to make that sacrifice. This, the most
important of wars IMHO, does not have those willing to make that sacrifice, save for myself and my girlfriend.
edit on 8-7-2011 by Symbiot
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