Madonna of the Prairie

Madonna of the Prairie

 

 

Yeah, so baking bread always makes me get all idealistic about the coming apocalypse.  I make really good bread, so it’s kind of worth it, but it takes me to that primal, Continuum-Concept, I-wanna-live-in-the-forest-and-scavenge-from-the-derelict-cities, warm fantasy place.

 

Why is it that lately so many of my friends and I have found ourselves discussing what we’re going to do when It All Goes to Shit?  More importantly, why is it that these conversations have led to the realization and resolution that a few of these post-apocalyptic changes might be perfectly in order right now?  Have you done this?  Have you weighed the options and the drawbacks (no more Copaxone or Acuvue lenses!) and decided, eh… you’d deal?  And then started thinking about how you’d deal, and realize you could kind of be dealing that way right now, and the nice little jolt of superiority that gave you while you watch everyone else scream about the economy and chase their tails made you decide fuck it.  I’m there.

 

Is it just me?

 

I’ve done a few things in the past year.  The most important are that I’ve transitioned to entirely from-scratch cooking instead of mostly, I’ve begun paring down our possessions and budget, I’ve even started what AA might call “a searching and fearless inventory” of what exactly my strengths and weakness are in the post-apocalyptic usefulness department.  Suddenly, I’ve gone from being someone who lives and dies by city rhythms to someone who has learned an awful lot about solar panels and has no desire to live near too many people.  Self-sufficiency.

 

Anyone else here with me?