Living in a Cave

I make jokes all the time. Well, at least some people think they're jokes. OK maybe everyone thinks I'm not serious. Like when I was making 80K a year and I told them I want to be a grocery store cashier and just stand and scan. I really wasn't kidding. Maybe a cashier at Aldi's would be better, they don't pack the groceries and they get to sit.

I guess I was tired of the pressure imposed by unreasonable employers, who think that "you" can save the company with your talent and wit, even in a down economy. No one expects a grocery clerk to do that. Sure, I mad a lot more money, but what do you really need to survive. After all, I did end up giving it all up to be my own boss and make literally nothing selling online. So people think (and rightly so) that I'm crazy.

Back to living in a cave. I've not been one to need constant human companionship. As a matter of fact, I think I wasn't taught how to make friends or relate to others in the way most of you have. I was put in daycare in an age where no one was put in day care, before anyone knew that you had to teach your kids certain skills. As a matter of fact, I'm now thinking that the reason I, as a mature adult, know how to communicate via internet, as well as my younger counterparts, is because many of them weren't nurtured by their parents either. Interesting thought. Maybe those that spend the most time on facebook or twitter, were "raised by wolves" like I was.

So one of the things I joke about (not really) is that I'd like to live in a cave, or a little cabin in the woods, as long as I have my computer and wifi. I guess I need a little electricity for a light and to charge my battery, but I wouldn't need much. If I had mail delivery, I could even run my business. Do they deliver mail to caves?