Seriously, when did we decide we needed this whole goddamn circus to survive? And better yet, why the hell do you keep falling for it? Have you ever stopped to ask yourself that? Luckily for me, I dumped all that crap ages ago. Let me tell you about my relationship with food these past few years. Spoiler alert: I used to be the same brain-dead slob as most of the people you bump into in the city.

Let me cut to the chase. First off, I’ll admit I’m a bit obsessed. Maybe it’s my ADHD (hyper-focusing on the stuff I actually like), but I’ve got 12 notebooks, one for each month, filled with notes about where to find free water and wild food. Yeah, free. While most people (maybe you included) are out there paying $100 for a plate of "vegan superfood" at some pretentious restaurant, I’m in the countryside picking weeds that grow for free without anyone’s help. And let me tell you something: I feel a thousand times freer than all those posers with their fancy diets and bank accounts stuffed with shitcoin debt.

And here’s the kicker: even in the Bitcoin world, there are still people using banks. Like, seriously, what kind of dumbass do you have to be to keep handing your money over to those suit-wearing thieves? Me? I’m all in on Bitcoin, the only money that doesn’t depend on some corrupt, crumbling system that’s falling apart faster than your New Year’s resolutions. Bitcoin is freedom. Pure, unfiltered, screw-the-middleman freedom.

So yeah, you keep doing you, paying through the nose for stuff you could get for free if you’d just open your eyes. Meanwhile, I’ll be out here with my notebooks, my foraged food, and my unstoppable optimism. Life’s good when you’re not stuck in the hamster wheel, my friend.

Thanks for reading, sat 🍃