To be perfectly frank I’ve been a piss poor prepper since we moved into this apartment.
I have never been the SHTF prepper to begin with. I’ve never been the stereotypical guns and liberty bunker down and bug out type. I don’t even own a bug out bag (we have plans, I don’t have the actual bags). It would even be a lie to say that I haven’t side eyed the SHIT out of the SHTF crowd.
And here we are in the fucking end of the world.
Ok. It’s not the end of the world. It’s just the reality spinning, close the grocery store at the top of the hill down outright (I should have gotten photos, everyone else was taking them) and mass frenzy end of the fucking world.
It’s the let myself swear on my own damn blog like the terrified and yet fully trained prepper that I am.
I know that one does not tell the world that one preps, but I also live in a working class sector of a city; shit hits the fan that heavily and it won’t matter if people know or not. I’ll get hit regardless. I came across a man yesterday that was already threatening to shoot anyone who comes for his toilet paper.
I’m not expecting a -literal- war for toilet paper and I don’t think it comes as a surprise to anyone who reads (or used to read, when it was actually active) this blog that I have no qualms with shifting to higher levels of personal cloth than we already use.
Yesterday or Friday I would have said that the whole thing was overblown but that was before I went shopping for groceries and saw what that store was like. And before Starbucks was taking the chairs away as I was sitting there. And before the store at the top of the hill was closed outright. The thing is, we are most definitely the ones throwing much more shit on that fan (you do know that’s what the acronym means right?) than truly necessary but that doesn’t mean there is in fact no shit. An artificially created shitshow is still a shitshow we all have to wrangle.
We are a trucking household and therefore I am in the gossip chain for things other people aren’t. There are literally thousands of loads out for bids right now on necessities and groceries. The stuff is there. It has to get here (and wherever you are). I can’t guarantee that we’re not heading into rationing because this shit is going to linger like a bad smell.
My academic background is in conflict sociology and my religious emphasis is in shadow work. I would love to tell you that I am surprised or saddened even by any of this but that would be a bald faced lie, if anything, we’re lucky it’s been this long since we faced down mass illness and rationing (admittedly I never really fully expected them to come in tandem).
I cannot leave you in good faith with just another round of the same fear noise that everyone is dealing with right now.
Go outside, with a watch or your phone and set a 10 minute timer. And just look at the world. Because the wind is still blowing and the plants are still growing, and the birds still remember how to sing.