Journal RradRegor's Journal: Life in a shipping container 3

I've been occupied with a strange fantasy this morning. I want to run away and live in a shipping conatainer. I have many details worked out. I would buy some land in a low tax area. Then dig out a trench and have the container shipped in. Add a septic system. A rainwater collection tank provides running water for washing and flushing, but I would only drink bottled water. Power would be a 12V solar system with an inverter. 4 Panels and an inverter for the AC applications. Lights would be 12V DC similar to RV lighting. Refrigeration would be propane, again using RV technology.

Basically I want the safety of a solid metal structure, but the lifestyle of a parked RV. I might even put wheels on the thing and call it a travel trailer, just to keep the taxes lower. Although you loose your search and siezure protection when you do that, so I'd have to decide how much money I'm willing to pay for that particular constitutional right. Given the current state of affiars, there isn't any assurance that my rights will be protected anyway, so why bother?

So I spent the first hours of the morning thinking about how to do my climate control, and whether to just have an outhouse instead of plumbing. Perhaps the story about Diogenes I read recently is inspiring me too much, but its not the first time I've had thoughts along these lines.

The funny thing is I have a nice house that I love, and a family, and good job, everything I ought to want and need. Why am I obsessed with throwing it all away? Best theory so far is that my own genes have decided to wreck my family to enhance their chances of getting replicated again, since my wife and I don't want to have any more kids together. Maybe a better theory, although not mutually exclusive, is I just want more time alone, or I just want a simpler life than this suburban treadmill. Yeah, I like that theory better. It doesn't make me feel so rotten about myself.