One thing I have learned is that there is no One Size Fits All when it comes to Prepperhood.
Recently some one asked me what kind of Prepper I am, and I couldn’t readily answer.
Having now given the question a little thought, I would have to say first, that I am not a Happy Prepper.
I believe there are Happy Preppers— wise people who long ago opted to a life-path of preparedness and self-sufficiency, and who enjoy with satisfaction the various activities entailed in such a life-style.
While I heartily applaud Happy Preppers for their wiseness, independent spirit, and integrity, I myself can make no such claims to wisdom and foresight.
I am a Prepper-Come-Lately who stumbled into it quite unwittingly and without initial enthusiasm.
About 18 months ago I was in a dental office, engaged in a polite conversation about the weather, and I casually said something about chem-trails and dotgov trying to kill us all, and the young woman behind the reception desk gasped and said, “Omg, you must be a Prepper!”
That was the first I had heard of such a term, and I had no clue what a Prepper was, let alone why I would be suspected of being one.
I looked up on-line the word ‘Prepper”, and promptly (continue reading)