After the stalking I've had these immense urges to be in remote/abandoned areas. I've always had them before but they're reaching new peaks recently. I've ramped up my workouts anticipating it, spent over $2,000 on survival gear and my rifle over the past 6 months. It's slowly consuming all of my interest and eclipsing my thought priorities. I'm still stuck as to why this is all happening.
The circumstances under all of this would wishfully happen would be any form of society collapsing, i couldnt just run off to somewhere remote it needs to be widespread. The enjoyment of something like this is the uncertainty and the danger, not knowing when is the next time I will eat, if I can survive the climate, what dangers lie in store for me. All of the resistance, life needs to be hard to live scraping by everyday off of what I know.
Do any of you relate on some level?
What do you think causes these urges?
