Give up

So this spring, I was driving in the car with a few siblings on our way to the Outer Banks of North Carolina. We passed some pretty podunk towns and houses along out way out there. As we passed one especially forsaken stretch of houses, something clicked and I spoke up:

"Ya know, if I ever just give up, I'm moving here. I'll live off the government and eat roadkill and catfish from that river. I won't buy new clothes for the rest of my life, and maybe I'll get a dog. Wouldn't be that bad. I'll probably die of a snakebite when I'm 60."

I personally thought this comment was witty and amusing, as I'm sure everyone else in the car did.

One interesting thing about this is that I find its surprisingly relaxing to do worst case scenarios. On life. Example: OK, first, I go to work tomorrow and get fired. Next, on my way home, my house burns down and I find the because of a technical loophole, I have no fire insurance. Third, for no explainable reason, a "pinch" goes off (like in the family-feature film "Oceans Eleven") and completely wipes out all electronic information at my bank and I lose all my money. Lastly, as I am sitting in the smoldering wreckage of my hopes and dreams, The Shark walks up to me and slaps me on the cheeks. (The reason this would be so devastating is that if only the first three things happened, I would be like "hey, no big deal, I'll just live on The Shark's couch". But if Shark suddenly turned on me, then, and only then, could this be worse case.)

So there is the worst case scenario, but even then life isn't so bad, because I can always go live in a dilapidated farm in No-Wheres-ville, North Carolina.

Or I can move to Montana and build a cabin with my bare hands, and eat trout and berries.

Or I could move to Brazil and sell popsicles on buses. (I swear 50% of Brazilians do this anyways.)

Or I could be one of those guys that walks across America for some humanitarian/ civil rights/ liberal cause.

Doesn't sound so bad. Maybe I'll try and do the Montana thing anyways.