We’ve occasionally dipped a toe in the various trans subreddits, marvelling at the inhabitants and their improbable woes, but other bedlamite communities are available.

For instance, we could linger in the mood room of Reddit’s anarchists.

Where questions abound:

Has anyone here ever lived without money? Like, just decided to quit their job and purely lived off either the kindness of strangers or not so legal methods?

There’s a lot to unpack in there, what with the implications of crime and the assumption of some inexhaustible human kindness, but let’s press on. In the replies, deep and radical knowledge may await:

I did, for a little while.

My partner would go out and dumpster dive, and I would forage and garden, that was our “grocery shopping.” I knew where to find fruit and wild vegetables. It took about a year to learn what was edible in the area.

A year of hit-and-miss. Bodes well for the digestive tract. And yes, the thrill of other people’s bin contents has been mentioned here before.

We started viewing people’s garbage as an inventory to draw whatever we needed from. Our dwelling place looked abysmal, but functioned.

Not really selling the lifestyle, I fear.

Living free brings out a wild, animalistic side of the human brain that most people aren’t accustomed to.

Living free. In other people’s bins.

It got hard to get along with the rest of the world around us. I still worked a job as a fry cook

So not entirely liberated from those capitalist shackles, then.

and my partner got into a fight with one of my coworkers.

I’m sure it wasn’t due to any maladjustment.

They also fought with our neighbours who were my friends.

I truly miss the experience, but I believe it was too much for my ex to handle and it accelerated their mental health issues.

Okay then.

Other enthusiasts offer their hard-won wisdom:

My record (for a year) is around $600. Squatting, dumpster/Papa Murphy’s at closing time. I had a company phone from my old job so no bill. They found out eventually but I had free service for a few years lol.

The word is thievery. Lol.

Sold art for money,

However,

not a lot.

And then there’s this guru of the alternative:

I spent several years trying to live in rejection of capitalism; I squatted, I hustled, I did commercial burglaries and retail thefts, dumpster dove, lived on the kindness of others, but money usually reared it’s ugly head one way or another.

It’s all kindness, kindness, burglary.

But it’s earning a living that’s ugly, you know.

Readers with a taste for dissonance and convolution will find much to chew on.

Speaking of human kindness, there are tip jar buttons below.




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