When I was a kid I wanted to escape to the forrest and live there earning my dayly living as a lumberjack. Not because I like cutting trees but what else could you do in a forrest? The reason for this was that my father complained about taxes and it took him a long time to fill in the forms. I was terrified by the idea that someone forces you to do that s**t, leave me alone was my natural reaction.
Due to a lack of forrests here in Holland i later decided to sneak into a ship and go to south america and live with the indians in the rainforrest. i figured out that Tax and Customs Administration would not find me there and the indians would welcome me.
Later on i decided to become a fighter pilot and kill the russians. i was terrified of them (this was in the 80s). I remeber asking my father, are the russians really gonna throw a bomb? He replied, (probably correct): well, not right now but if they do it'l be here. this town makes an exelent target. On a boattrip from germany to sweden i could see both west- and eastgerman coasts. Fun and leisure versus barbed wire and watchtowers. A mig flew right over us, like saying, watch out. That was 1988.
I'm a psychologist now, a social psychologist. I gues I wanted to understand people, social situations. However, a good car mechanic isn't necisarilly a good driver alhough I do do blend in with the NT's. I think I've exhausted myself past decade. It's like walking with a Crutch because of a bruised ankle. You can keep up with the other folks, even outrun them but in the end you've put too much burden on the shoulder so to speak.
Right now I'm living partly on welfare becouse other people pay their taxes instead of hiding in the forrest and the russians, you know what happened in 1989.