Today is my 35th day couch surfing in Davis between seasons in Crested Butte. I've slept on 6 couches, in 10 beds, and with 6 people (not like that). I've eaten at 23 co-op dinners, run 64 miles, played 5 sessions of D&D, consumed 7 doses of H.S. Thompson-grade chemicals, and gotten laid more than once*. Life is good.
I rolled up to one of the student co-ops yesterday and was greeted warmly by several people on the lawn. Someone declared "Damn, Peter. Look at you. You just look so good." I firmly believe that if you drop out of school, quit your job, re-invest in your community, and mooch juuust enough to get by that you too can look this "good". For those of you who aren't prepared to take that leap or are vaguely offended by the way I brazenly suckle at the teat of my socioeconomic privilege, I say twice as much rest, sunshine, and hugs will get you most of the way there. Anyone who feels that there is no time for or value in that kind of leisure is in desperate need of a lifestyle enema.
Sell your stuff. Bake cookies for someone who doesn't know your last name. Shop at your local dumpster. Go outside.
*A math-grad friend and I decided that because getting laid for the first time after a dry spell is so much more revitalizing than getting laid a second time, the relative difference between hooking up twice and 100 times is null. Thus, a distinction need only be made between getting laid 0, 1, or >1 times.
I rolled up to one of the student co-ops yesterday and was greeted warmly by several people on the lawn. Someone declared "Damn, Peter. Look at you. You just look so good." I firmly believe that if you drop out of school, quit your job, re-invest in your community, and mooch juuust enough to get by that you too can look this "good". For those of you who aren't prepared to take that leap or are vaguely offended by the way I brazenly suckle at the teat of my socioeconomic privilege, I say twice as much rest, sunshine, and hugs will get you most of the way there. Anyone who feels that there is no time for or value in that kind of leisure is in desperate need of a lifestyle enema.
Sell your stuff. Bake cookies for someone who doesn't know your last name. Shop at your local dumpster. Go outside.
*A math-grad friend and I decided that because getting laid for the first time after a dry spell is so much more revitalizing than getting laid a second time, the relative difference between hooking up twice and 100 times is null. Thus, a distinction need only be made between getting laid 0, 1, or >1 times.
