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Choosing the road

I'm thinking about being homeless. I'm wondering about the lifestyle. Oh, to be a Bo, a vagrant , a Vagabond! - with just me and the freedom of the open road; a sack tied to the end of my stick!

Maybe I was born that way, but have just been in denial? You know, it's so shameful and all that. Why, just the other day I tried not bathing for one night. You know that Chinese saying about 'He, who goes to bed with itchy butt..."?
Well... Anyway, I'd probably fail at homeless, too.
But still... I sometimes think about it.

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I suppose we always take things we have and see everyday for granted sometimes. However I don't find the idea of being homeless as freeing. Yes you get to cast of social contraints but you replace them with another set. Also it's a dangerous lifestyle.
 
Well, invision this, because I still do:

Two winters ago, a guy who once was comfortably middle class and became homeless, was found frozen to death on the floor of a port-a-John. Where he wandered the streets, store owners said he was always polite and they’d sometimes give him food. On cold nights, I sometimes think of him. See him as if a young boy, or as a father who did not know where his final night would be.
 
sas;bt12259 said:
Well, invision this, because I still do:

Two winters ago, a guy who once was comfortably middle class and became homeless, was found frozen to death on the floor of a port-a-John. Where he wandered the streets, store owners said he was always polite and they’d sometimes give him food. On cold nights, I sometimes think of him. See him as if a young boy, or as a father who did not know where his final night would be.

I'd hate to live like that. The thought of being at the mercy of society, today. UGH!
How on earth do seemingly decent regular guys fall into that?
And what a way to go sas.
 
We're all at the 'mercy' of society. We're also at the mercy of God. Suppose he put some tick in there that compelled you? Same as cancer or never stepping on a crack, or being gifted with boundless money making ability? The equality is stupendous. When I was a youth we talked about becoming mountain men. Providing one's self with food, water , shelter, those are basic living skills. Today we just trade money. I suppose the frozen man was either lacking outdoor skills, or, had lost the drive to use them. Formerly middle-class, you wonder what happened. Perhaps he could've told us. Why are some people addicted to heroin and others frightened of needles? A mystery. 'Intractable ' is a word someone recently taught me. It's a broad concept but I wonder at the details.
 
Kevin,

you ought to have posted this in 615's goodbye thread. In somethings, like life, we just play it out. We are what we are. We just..... are. God? Sorry mate, I don't buy that. No offence intended.
 
The middle class is the new face of the homeless in the US. Or so I've read. The lousy economy with obscenely rich people at one end and those on government assistance at the other, with the middle class footing most of the bill has pushed some of the middle class into homelessness.

I wouldn't want to try to survive a winter in the cold without shelter.
 
d- I meant 'G' as a catch-all for whatever created us, for me something unknowable, even random biology, if you'd like.
 
Guess The Great Recession has been forgotten by too many. Only 10 years ago, too. He lost his job, his home & his wife divorced him. Michigan, especially Detroit, was clobbered. We went down way before any other place saw it coming. Each of us is one trip away from the streets. I live on a very affluent street with just eight homes. Three went bankrupt. Try finding another job, at a higher salary, not entry level, when you're 50 or older & everyone is out of work. That age group got nailed. Few recovered.
 
I remember a joke many years ago that we don't need to be afraid of Japan taking over because the Arabs won't let them. Who's taking over now? China? We wanted cheap oil, cheap appliances, cheap autos; well, we got them. How did that work out for us? I heard manufacturing here is coming back. We'll see.
 
Kevin;bt12262 said:
We're all at the 'mercy' of society. We're also at the mercy of God. Suppose he put some tick in there that compelled you? Same as cancer or never stepping on a crack, or being gifted with boundless money making ability? The equality is stupendous. When I was a youth we talked about becoming mountain men. Providing one's self with food, water , shelter, those are basic living skills. Today we just trade money. I suppose the frozen man was either lacking outdoor skills, or, had lost the drive to use them. Formerly middle-class, you wonder what happened. Perhaps he could've told us. Why are some people addicted to heroin and others frightened of needles? A mystery. 'Intractable ' is a word someone recently taught me. It's a broad concept but I wonder at the details.

"Intractable" means the same as "refractory": resistant to authority; not responding to treatment, etc.
When someone has a "refractory" illness, they don't respond to any of the treatment(s) like other patients have. No one knows the "why". I often ask "why?" I did not "choose" this road of ill health. But then, there is no god out there to heal me, either. Maybe that is what happened to the frozen man. There are many homeless folks now in downtown Denver, most are mentally ill, though, and cannot work due to their illness.
Life is full of mysteries. What you do with this life shouldn't be so mysterious to you. Keep searching for answers.
 
Well Kev, at least if you're homeless in LA LA land, you probably won't freeze to death. But I hope you're OK with Hepatitis and Dysentery.
 
Winston- we got lots of variety of homeless. The visible majority are horders- of junk and trash. I dealt with those for two years and they are everywhere. Those tents you see smell to whole high heaven (have to look that phrase up, never used it before). We're talkin gag retch stink.

My my neighbor goes 40 miles out to the desert hawk hunting ( falconer) . The climate is harsh, either blistering heat, howling winds , or freezing ass cold. I imagine something like eastern Washington/Oregon. Out there he's met retirement age people ( he told me of one in particular; "please don't tell anyone or I'll get fired!") living in dugouts who have day jobs, and there are some recluses who want nothing to do with anyone.
 
give it a go....george orwell liked his short term poverty...it's when you have no alternative it can become stressful just like everyday life..if you do give it a go you might discover a side of you that will last forever...
 
e- I'd have to still go to work everyday, have to keep the same daytime schedule. It would be a lot like being divorced , the financial part. No, I got bills that if I didn't pay I'd never get back to that level. For instance, wife's health insurance. We followed Obamas what-he said and kept our old plan. It's since become unavailable to anyone new. So we'd lose that. And the house. We'd lose the house. I'd don't think I could ever come up with a down payment nowadays. The thing has gone up/become way out of iur price-range. So, overall, checking it out would be a forever change. I'd have to move to Costa Rica or something, after. I couldn't even just kill myself after because of the lapsed life insurance policy.
 
takes guts to put your life in a bag and walk of..leaving people an things behind....best to stick with what you got an appreciate all the hardwork an effort it took you to get were you are....
 
Kevin, no matter how much you try to act "homeless", nothing can make it more real than real homelessness. ;)
Of course, you know that!
 

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