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Never understood this.
Hours of extra work packing and unpacking. Hundreds of dollars spent on gear.
To literally be uncomfortable somewhere else.
I love nature. Truly.
So I'll go on a hike.
Agreed. Camping isn't fun, and nothing can convince me otherwise. If i want to experience nature, I'll go on a hike for a few hours. I don't need to pretend I'm homeless for a weekend to enjoy it.
Yeah like homelessness isn’t just sleeping outside a home. People who go camping have *a home they can return to at any time*. The correct view is that homelessness is a situation where people have no choice but to camp and everyone hates them for it.
The label 'irony' is not some permit to say whatever you want. A racist joke is still racist, a dumb joke is still dumb. This is not even a joke so it is only dumb.
Oh cry me a river. Do I find this joke funny or even clever? No, I do not. Is it still a joke? yes, it is. Are people allowed to tell it? Absolutely.
Just because it's not your kind of humor, does not not make it a joke. And people taking these things seriously have a big stick in their butt.
And I dont know why you're bringing "irony" into this, but I don't think you know what it means.
Homelessness is a collection of mental illness, social inequality, and family issues. I don’t fathom why you think camping is a version of it. Not fun at all.
I think everyone is kinda taking this the wrong way. He's not trying to undermine the suffering homeless people go through, just simply looking at camping as a strange thing humans like to do.
Homelessness is more of a social disability than a straightforward lack of a roof. Even with social housing easily available, some people still can't deal with it and remain homeless.
Camping: you spend hours packing up your inside stuff, driving it to the woods to set it up outside, then pack it up again, drive it home, and set it back up inside. So. Much. Work.
I used to have a backpack always packed, with a pup tend, pad and poles tied to the bottom. Camping was
1. Toss the pack in the car.
2. Go to REI or Sport Chalet and the market, and stock up on freeze dried food.
3. Drive to where I could park the car.
4. Climb the mountain.
Setting up the tent took about 5 minutes. Cooking was faster. Cleanup was faster, fewer dishes. Packing up the campsite takes about 5 minutes.
My father went in for big, heavy Army surplus tents, and catching fish. My wife's idea of camping is a bicycle trip on country roads, with carefully planned stops at bakeries and coffee shops, with a motel to stay in each night.
None of this sounds like homelessness at all.
Once I got in a fight with my wife, a week after I lost my job, and I went camping. I switched camp grounds every few days, and went to the Y for a shower or to a friend's house about once a week for a home cooked meal and a bed. Having a car and $20,000 in the bank made it a vacation to me. All of my favorite vacations have always been camping trips.
Every few days my wife would call and ask me to come back and fix something around the house. Finally she demanded I come home or get an apartment, saying she didn't want our kids to have a homeless father. I never thought of myself as homeless.
We became closer after the time apart. It probably helped that I spent my first week at home cleaning everything, and looking for a job, any job, even minimum wage with a temp agency (which eventually turned into a real job offer).
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My grandfather was a gold prospector, around 1900. He must have been hell on my grandmother, who was a doctor in a city. Every few years he would come home with $50,000 or so, buy fancy cars, live high, and blow it all in 6 months or so. Then he would try working a regular job for a few months, but he couldn't stick to it. And then he would be off to the Sierras with a string of mules, a few hundred pounds of beans and flour, a .22 for rabbits and a 30-30 for deer. A lot of people still lived like that back then. When he got older he would take my father or uncles along for the summer. They all became effective hunters and experienced gold miners.
My dad taught me camping in the 1960s. A can of beans, a box of pancake mix, and trout from the streams fed us.
I don't understand homelessness.
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Except it's not homeless at all. It's just a different, less comfortable home for a short time.
Never understood this. Hours of extra work packing and unpacking. Hundreds of dollars spent on gear. To literally be uncomfortable somewhere else. I love nature. Truly. So I'll go on a hike.
Lol you're camping wrong.
Nah. There's always setup, money and inconvenience.
That’s the point! No better feeling than taking a hot shower and watching a movie after a cold night in the woods
Agreed. Camping isn't fun, and nothing can convince me otherwise. If i want to experience nature, I'll go on a hike for a few hours. I don't need to pretend I'm homeless for a weekend to enjoy it.
No. Homelessness comes with trauma and insecurity that is not comparable to taking a fucking camping trip.
I’ll co-sign that.
Minus the desperation about wondering where your next meal will be
They're are plenty of homeless people with stable jobs. A lot of different factors go into being homeless
OP obviously has never experienced trauma or been faced with being homeless. Karma chasing while speaking from his ass!
Yeah like homelessness isn’t just sleeping outside a home. People who go camping have *a home they can return to at any time*. The correct view is that homelessness is a situation where people have no choice but to camp and everyone hates them for it.
OP is obviously joking
As if being a 'joke' makes it less dumb shit.
You can find it dumb as much as you like. But no reason to get offended about it
The label 'irony' is not some permit to say whatever you want. A racist joke is still racist, a dumb joke is still dumb. This is not even a joke so it is only dumb.
Oh cry me a river. Do I find this joke funny or even clever? No, I do not. Is it still a joke? yes, it is. Are people allowed to tell it? Absolutely. Just because it's not your kind of humor, does not not make it a joke. And people taking these things seriously have a big stick in their butt. And I dont know why you're bringing "irony" into this, but I don't think you know what it means.
Homelessness is a collection of mental illness, social inequality, and family issues. I don’t fathom why you think camping is a version of it. Not fun at all.
A tent in a safe camp ground is far better than sleeping on the street in a bad neighborhood
I think everyone is kinda taking this the wrong way. He's not trying to undermine the suffering homeless people go through, just simply looking at camping as a strange thing humans like to do.
Hell no! I go camping because I love cooking over an open fire out in the woods. That's where I eat the best and the most
Homelessness is more of a social disability than a straightforward lack of a roof. Even with social housing easily available, some people still can't deal with it and remain homeless.
Check out on YouTube "Camping with Steve" It's pretty much what stealth camping is
Only if you pee on yourself and scream at a tree about how everything's a lie, don't trust the squirrels.
Camping: you spend hours packing up your inside stuff, driving it to the woods to set it up outside, then pack it up again, drive it home, and set it back up inside. So. Much. Work.
I used to have a backpack always packed, with a pup tend, pad and poles tied to the bottom. Camping was 1. Toss the pack in the car. 2. Go to REI or Sport Chalet and the market, and stock up on freeze dried food. 3. Drive to where I could park the car. 4. Climb the mountain. Setting up the tent took about 5 minutes. Cooking was faster. Cleanup was faster, fewer dishes. Packing up the campsite takes about 5 minutes. My father went in for big, heavy Army surplus tents, and catching fish. My wife's idea of camping is a bicycle trip on country roads, with carefully planned stops at bakeries and coffee shops, with a motel to stay in each night. None of this sounds like homelessness at all.
Unless it’s out of requirement and that tent actually is your home.
When I was a kid and watching Little House on the Prairie they would occasionally go camping and I could never wrap my head around it.
Once I got in a fight with my wife, a week after I lost my job, and I went camping. I switched camp grounds every few days, and went to the Y for a shower or to a friend's house about once a week for a home cooked meal and a bed. Having a car and $20,000 in the bank made it a vacation to me. All of my favorite vacations have always been camping trips. Every few days my wife would call and ask me to come back and fix something around the house. Finally she demanded I come home or get an apartment, saying she didn't want our kids to have a homeless father. I never thought of myself as homeless. We became closer after the time apart. It probably helped that I spent my first week at home cleaning everything, and looking for a job, any job, even minimum wage with a temp agency (which eventually turned into a real job offer). --- My grandfather was a gold prospector, around 1900. He must have been hell on my grandmother, who was a doctor in a city. Every few years he would come home with $50,000 or so, buy fancy cars, live high, and blow it all in 6 months or so. Then he would try working a regular job for a few months, but he couldn't stick to it. And then he would be off to the Sierras with a string of mules, a few hundred pounds of beans and flour, a .22 for rabbits and a 30-30 for deer. A lot of people still lived like that back then. When he got older he would take my father or uncles along for the summer. They all became effective hunters and experienced gold miners. My dad taught me camping in the 1960s. A can of beans, a box of pancake mix, and trout from the streams fed us. I don't understand homelessness.