Aspiring Nomad

So, I've been thinking.

On one side, theres going to college. Becoming an amazing oboist for a not-too-shabby symphony somewhere. Getting my degree. Living in a fairly decent house. Being somebody. Grocery shopping every thursday. Having money and living the classic American life.

Then, on the other side, theres becoming a bum. No school. No house. No real job. No address, no social security card. No identity. Very few belongings. Perhaps a TracFone.

These life plans sound equally appealing to me.

Im feeling the constraints of society right now. I feel like living as a number, conforming to the roles society has set up for us, and living that classic American life isn't really all that great. I dont want to have to follow all these rules, these pointless laws, these social mores. I would much rather be nobody. I dont want an identity. I want to walk around the world, as no one. I want no country, no government to "protect" me. I want to belong to nothing except Earth.

I think I want to be an outlaw or something.

If I have no country, claim no name, why should any laws apply to me? I dont want to be a part of any system. Ill give up being able to call 911 if I get harassed or attacked or somebody steals my stuff. If I feel like getting revenge, Ill do it myself. And if I cant, then I probably deserve it anyway. I want to live because Im winning, and die because I lost.

I think this is just a fancy version of the typical "I want to do what I want, when I want, where I want, and not have anyone interfere".

I know some people that I'm sure will have successful lives. I'll play oboe for them. Work as a freelance performer, playing weddings for friends and friends of friends. Want your kid to learn piano? Call me up. All under the table. No contracts, no records. I do this now. I will continue, possibly on a larger scale. This is how I will make my money.

I will spend that money on food, clothes, gas, and mild intoxicants.

What else do I really need? Maybe every once in a while, Ill stop by your house and ask to borrow your shower. Maybe share my intoxicants. See the world. The older I get, the more I see that connections aren't really that hard to come by.

This life, it sounds pretty damn appealing.

Im not entirely sure if its possible, but if the college idea doesnt work out, I now officially have a back up plan. You call it being a bum. A hobo. Homeless. A product of unfortunate circumstances. Being a nomad, if youre creative.

I call it freedom.