I used to be mos6507. I "destroyed" my account in the end because it was the only way I could break the addiction cycle of coming here. I was addicted to coming here because I had no social life in the real world, and getting some social interaction, even if it was just flamewars, was more appealing than nothing at all. But ultimately the frustration of dealing with ideological differences drove me off. I didn't feel there were enough people left here who shared my moderate outlook on things. Everyone here had an axe to grind which, I felt, somehow blinded them to the more mundane realities of life.
After I left this forum, I changed my perspective on life to one I think most of you would characterize as "eat, drink, and be merry". I chose to stop feeling so guilty about my ecological footprint (or vindictive towards the "truck-nutz" crowd) and tried to attend to the root cause of my suffering in life, which is my loneliness. At first that came in the form of the crutch of animation. And through my hobby I met someone that broke my 7+ year streak of single-father celibacy. So from that point onward I have been engaged in the messy task of figuring out how to have a love-life. I am not going to sit here and kiss-and-tell other than to say that at this point I am on my 3rd girlfriend, so I have had some serious heartbreak to deal with along the way.
On the career front, I moved back to Massachusetts in the fall of 2008 because I thought it was "the big one" and I wanted to huddle around family. When that didn't happen, I started saving up to buy a house or build a doomstead. Last year I made the decision not to buy land or build a doomstead. I never got buy-in from my family and I just do not have the money or the wherewithal to build a doomstead and juggle a career and be a single dad all at the same time. So I gave up my doomstead dream.
This was not simply retreating back to BAU as much as it is me coming to terms with my limitations as an isolated individual. Short of uprooting my daughter from the only life she knows and dragging her into a commune, I simply had no alternate but to kow-tow to the whims of my extended family, for whom I really am dependent for support. My fate is inextricably linked with theirs and there really is nothing I can do about it.
At the same time, I was reassessing the energy/climate situation and felt that the shale-gas revolution altered my timeline on Mad Max doom. I originally thought we'd have zombie bikers this year or next, but I now think the future will play out a little closer to Greer's Long Descent. Maybe not 200+ years, but probably prolonged to such an extent that I don't necessarily have to leave the suburbs while my daughter is still a minor. The main source of suffering we all have to deal with will be a lack of jobs. I have no idea if or when we might have hyperinflation doom, but I'm also not biting my nails over that one. I have a small amount of silver and that's about it.
Also, I have reached a really good place as far as the stages of grief. There's a fine line between denial and acceptance, but I really feel like I am beyond the survivalist mindset. If we're going to fall into a fast-crash Malthusian catastrophe, I guess I'm just at a point where I want to feel that I've made the most of the time we had left and reached my full potential with the gifts I've been given.
Since I feel those gifts are more right-brain than left, I did the unthinkable last year, which was quit my programming job with the intention of making a permanent career move towards animation. I am now reevaluating that decision, but I also feel that I am way past my competitive prime, and that I should pursue a career of some sort that allows me to be my own boss. And so I am looking around for IT work purely as a stopgap while I try to think of various ways I may be able to tread water doing something creative.
Ultimately I am shielded from destitution due to my parents and the equity they hold in this house in the suburbs. I would love to be more independent, but on the flipside, I have no debt. It's just that having to pay for health-insurance out-of-pocket is killing my nestegg. Being a parent, even without laws requiring healthcare, I can not see the merit in voluntarily waiving health-care. Health insurance is the one thing I really need to make money to pay off, otherwise I might have been able to justify paying my dues as the struggling artist for much much longer.
I still have a friend who started an adjacent Transition Town movement. I chose not to try to follow her lead in this town. It simply is not me. My way of looking at life is to just work through my bucket-list as best I can, trying to do the equivalent of writing the great american novel. I want to accomplish creative goals I set out for myself earlier in life which I put aside while I got dragged into the (lucrative) Plan B of the dot com world. I am ready to let go of BAU and pivot towards the hardscrabble life of subsistence agriculture, but only when the situation warrants, and despite it all, food remains cheap. In the meantime, I dabble with gardening but am not doing everything I can with this property.
While I am fully aware that we're killing the planet, and if I think about it for any length of time, I will really be depressed, I also know that I am, at heart, a goofy technophile nerd who enjoys the creature-comforts of modernity. So as long as it's affordable to keep the lights on, I simply can not turn my back on this.
Taking the red-pill just stacked another level of mortality-thinking atop my mid-life-crisis. The only thing that matters is deciding how you want to make the most of your life, because life is short. Carpe diem, so to speak. And that was a big reason why I had to let this forum go, since fighting with people here had become a huge time-sink that could better be spent through creative expression or "kissing a girl" (as William Shatner's famous SNL skit opined).
Even though I made a new account and have popped in here a couple times, I really do not expect to become a regular poster again, because frankly there's nothing left I'm really interested in talking about. It is all pretty stale and I think the discussions here, which tend to focus on politics these days, also reflect that the topic no longer has the same level of importance it once did. It doesn't mean I'm a cornucopian, but I am definitely more of a slow-crasher than I used to be. We may wind up in Olduvai, but it's gonna take longer than I ever anticipated, and if I'm wrong, then I really have no regrets going about life as I am now. All you ever have to show for your life in the end are your memories, and I chose to build memories that are the most pleasurable to me.
I am not going to necessarily change the world, but I have found joy again, and laughter, and
done things I'm proud of in my own way. And I'm cool with people here saying I'm a sellout, didn't have the right-stuff to make it through the bottleneck, or whatever, because I've always been my worst critic and I've beaten myself up so many times, there's nothing you guys can say that I haven't already thought to myself many times over. But I've made my choice and I'm comfortable with it (at least so far).
"If the oil price crosses above the Etp maximum oil price curve within the next month, I will leave the forum." --SumYunGai (9/21/2016)