NO RESOURCE IN NEIGHBORS
Neighbors suck. I’ve rarely met one who was worth two craps, let alone one crap. I’ve never met a neighbor I’d wish to have follow me into the apocalypse, even the off-grid neighbors. Or should I say, those ON grid neighbors who were surrounding my off grid property. Sure, it was only power and phone on grid, not water or sewage, but while that might be their idea of roughing it, it surely isn’t mine. What a bunch of pussies, needing a generator buzzing for hours at a time or a $5k power line hook up or the ability to waste as much well water as they did city water. That isn’t roughing it, when your biggest worry is the mud you have to drive through ( and from the condition of the road, they worry very little, just flooring the accelerator and spewing mud everywhere, digging huge trenches into a road that was adequate before all the humpers moved out there. I moved there, I had three neighbors over the whole section. Now it is closer to thirteen. And that doesn’t include the next section over that went from five to fifteen ).
Let that be a lesson to you. No matter how nice a place you move to, if you can see a power pole in the distance you’ll soon enough have neighbors. I think that is why I don’t sell my other Elko land. One has a chance of never getting the electric grid closer to it and the other is guaranteed to never having a line come anywhere close to it. If I move back from the city I’ll strongly consider moving further away from the asshats. How hard is it to ask to be left alone? Not that your neighbors want to see you. For some reason, they think being latecomers entitles them to harass you if they don’t like your set-up. And city neighbors? Even lazier and with worse attitudes than rural neighbors. I used to get pissed about intrusive city ordinances like leash laws and such. Now I realize they probably aren’t stringent enough, with the selfish asshattery attitudes of city pukes. These people are worse than oxygen wasters-they are entitled oxygen wasters. Everyone thinks they alone worked hard to pay rent or a mortgage and everyone else is intruding on them. I mean, I’ve lived in far worse places, don’t get me wrong. At least in this small town everyone is somewhat civil. There are all the small penis idiots driving their diesel trucks, spewing black smoke and making a racket as they try to drive like it’s a gasoline powered vehicle and has acceleration rather than torque, or the small penis morns who program their little rice burners to make as much noise as possible, the inevitable no dingus Harley Davidson motorcycle riders during the warm months, but if you stay off the road and are afoot most folks will nod or say hello.
But as neighbors, they are worthless. As community members they have nothing to contribute. As tribal mates they will be far more hindrance than help. And I’m not just blaming them. I have no interest in being overtly friendly. The southern neighbor is reclusive, building a higher wall even though we barely loiter outside except to smoke. The eastern neighbor won’t even reply when hailed, as they are aloof asswhore civil servants and are pissed about the NOL’s renters always trying to gank their parking spot ( that they don’t use, but I do see their point anyway. They fail to understand you can’t control renters, only moderate their behavior on a good day ). The western neighbor is older than God and while friendly is worthless. And the northern neighbor is an insurance office, contributing traffic and nothing else. Kiddy-corner the neighbors are young punk ass renters with noisy dogs. Everyone else I couldn’t even point out in a police line-up, they are so elusive.
Any preppers in the immediate area? Doubtful. Oh, I’ve met a few, but they really have few interests in a group. More lone homestead types. Which might also be my fault, being both a homebody and reclusive by nature. And I get the feeling they are more “Backwoods Home” types than rabid survivalists. Which I might be construed as. Hey, so friggin sorry I believe the ass will fall out of civilization. You try living in this beautiful brain for a few days. Hell, I try to fool myself some of the times, to soften the coming reality. Not that it sticks, I just keep getting more and more paranoid even as I give less and less of a crap about how much longer I live. But I refuse to purposely endanger myself, anyway, just out of principle. And that is what getting involved with non-prepper folks will do. Hell, even the wrong kind of preppers ( like Mormons ) are dangerous. If there are 1-3% of the population prepping, and most of those are pussy preppers ( a first aid kit, a case of MRE’s and an AR, does not a prepper make ), so make that one tenth of one percent of the population, the odds are astronomical that you’ll ever have a prepper neighbor ( Idaho Homesteader, are your neighbors survivalists, or Yuppie Scum Preppers? It wouldn’t matter if you are more of a Yuppie-no offense, as you were living the life a decade before me and I can only respect that-but if you are more and they are not… And BTW, thanks for this article idea ).
So what damn good are neighbors? If you choose to ignore them as much as possible, just like now, if they are a necessary evil, I get that. Just don’t think they could be an asset. If you live out in the country, and you have electrical lines and a well and a septic tank, that doesn’t make you a prepper. If you use a tractor to farm, using artificial fertilizer, that doesn’t make you a prepper. A shotgun for self defense and a pantry full of canned food doesn’t, either. Those neighbors? They are living cheaper, but that isn’t necessarily living in preparation for civilization collapse. Living cheaper is commendable, as is living healthier, but don’t confuse it for self-sufficiency. Just because they are worried about the future doesn’t mean they are truly prepared for it. You can’t chose your neighbors, but you can chose your post-apocalypse tribe. Choose wisely.
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