I lived like a swaggie on and off a few times in my life. Often to reflect on the past and consider the future. "So much time to think when one is alone" is it healthy to think to much, I'm not sure, but my guess would be that it is. Living on the road with nothing behind you or nothing in front of you would scare most people, but not me. I really enjoy this time alone and I have a constant desire to lead this life, yet my rational thought tells me to stay in main stream society and save for my retirement. What am I missing out on by not wondering around, never knowing what the next day will bring, what new job I could pick up, new skill I could learn.
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I am really not a people person, I'm not that comfortable around others, I like being alone. Most would see this as if I had a social problem, it's not that fact. Some people like being around others some don't, it's that simple. It is strange contradiction though that I seem to be the one whom makes conversation, the first to smile, the first to say hi, the first to offer help, the first to stand up for others, this is maybe because I have trained myself to not show my misanthropy side.
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I like this Painting below depicting a Swaggie Down on His Luck, I like that he sits there playing with the fire while pondering his life and times, even though it is a sad painting. I can see the similarity of this painting to the picture of me living on the road. I had not seen this painting before I took this self shot photo, but I was aiming to capture myself in thought.
Frederick McCubbin's Down on His Luck swaggie ponders life as an early visitor
Me, living on the road camping somewhere along the Murry River, thinking, "People just do not give a shit"
