cellini's Diaryland Diary

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Been there, Done that

My life at the moment appears to revolve around meat. How strange. All of my spare time is spent hunting it and butchering it. But I'm starting to see why so many rednecks' lives end up revolving around deer hunting for 3 or 4 months out of the year.

It's a combination of factors. First there is the fact of being poor as fuck. When you have no money, there are very limited options for one's personal entertainment. There's not a whole lot to look forward to when you live paycheck to paycheck. Especially if you have kids. It's one thing to be a complete fuck-up when you are single and can just drive yourself deep into debt without a care in the world. Just spending money on whatever. But you can't do that when you have kids.

You work your ass off all day long and then go home to a whole laundry list of other chores and responsibilities. It never fucking ends so long as you are at home. See, not having money means that every time something breaks, you have to fix it yourself. Or barring that, you live with it being broken. Either way, there goes your time. You are either fixing it or doing additional labor in the absence of some broken device. Like hanging out laundry to dry if the dryer craps out. That sort of thing is constant.

Going hunting means that you are walking away from all that shit for a few hours or a few days. It doesn't really cost you any money to do this. The experience may not be anything particularly fabulous, but the simple opportunity to sit down doing absolutely nothing is a luxury in it's self. The joy of hunting in this sense isn't so much the actual hunting so much as the absence of other demands.

I suppose that one could just go hiking or something for a similar effect. But there's the money thing again, in the form of food. Successful hunting means lots of free food. It always sucks to be broke, but it's the worst in the winter. Heating bills go up and Christmas looms like a nightmarish balloon payment on a debt that you never consciously incurred in the first place. A fridge full of venison means that your family gets to eat.

Then there is the fact that you will look like a lazy asshole for walking away from your family and responsibilities for hours or days just to go hiking. Hiking is an activity with no economic reward. When you are going hunting, that's different. That's being a provider. A man who can't get away with leaving for the day to go hiking can easily get away with spending the time hunting.

Men in my situation end up focused on deer hunting because IT'S ALL WE FUCKING HAVE.

I've been fucked over pretty bad by inflation over these last few years. The kind of money I make used to really be something to be happy with but not any more. Every fucking thing costs twice as much as it used to.

If there is some kind of karmic lesson that I was supposed to learn here, I've fucking learned it already. I'm ready to move on. Yes, I understand how poor people live now. Been there, done that, ready to move on and return to my normally scheduled programming.

4:25 p.m. - 2007-11-21

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