Gifts to give yourself

Rick and I have been carrying on a bit of a conversation on the push and pull effect of a depression versus inflation. No, don't worry not going to talk about that, but something in that conversation made me pen a reply that I think is germane to all of us. Here's that reply

We can't control the lumbering speeding giant, Empire, but we do have control over our expenses. If we make fun that which costs nothing, we cut the society's control arms off where they fit around our throats. That is, that we are taught that good things must be bought and that no money is bad, in fact that you fun-ability correlates to your income. Actually I'm finding the very most precious things, fun things, at least to me, are things I've made, stories I've told, thoughts I've shared. What I buy is often feels a hollow dissatisfying fraud in comparison.

Find a series of free doings that make you feel great. Dance, learn to play an instrument, paint pictures, write a novel, build an atlatl, learn to throw it in your front yard and scare your neighbors. Raise rabbits on scraps and grass and clippings and give them to your dogs as toys. Hike the Pacific Crest trail. Fish for carp and bluegills instead of steelhead and trout. Raise tilapia in your bathtub. Make illegal wine and hard alcohol in the garage and give it to the neighbors.
All the really fun things are nearly free. The useless evil is the time we spend "normal" which is a narcotic meant to put us to sleep for the hours we're not plugged into the worker drone matrix in service to the 2% of the very wealthy. You know, TV, movies, advertisements, alternate realities, all shaping us to be good worker drones. No wonder people die when they retire, most have never had a life anyway.
Boogie to the beat of the collapse!