Prepper-Come-Lately – Not Happy About Prepping?

PCL1 NOTE: This article was previously posted on Your Preparedness Story. 


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 keeled over into a state something like overwhelm, or shock.    [See, for example,  ]

I was a senior woman  living alone,  with scant resources and limited abilities, whose life was already in a crisis of sorts.  And my adult children and neighbors pretty much  thought I was nuts as it was.

I couldn’t imagine myself  capable of doing anything like becoming a Prepper.

Yet, the alternative course of action — that of just giving up and doing nothing — was completely unacceptable.

I couldn’t just lay down and politically-correctly die, lying and pretending on my deathbed that I didn’t know what I do know (about the fraudulent history of our country and what is in fact happening to our nation).

I couldn’t just ‘go down in the night without a fight’, as the song says.

No.    I had to stand up for the survival of my people, and my little ones.  Somewhere along the line, I realized that Prepping is the only viable course of action open to me.

This must be done, and I will do it, was/is my attitude.

Thus, I became a grim, resolved, pist-off  Prepper-Come-Lately, and in a few months, when opportunity presented, I got when the getting was good, and I bugged out,  to a permanent  bug-out location  a thousand miles away, from which there is no retreat and no turning back.

This is where I take my stand.

Some stories are too long for one telling, so I will just shorten it up for now, by saying that the re-location practically tore my heart out.  It was very much TEOTWAWKI on a mini-scale, for me personally, and some of its’  effects were strange, oddly debilitating, and entirely unforeseen.

I lost my inborn sense of physical direction, for one thing.

Here, everything is turned around, and Sun and Moon no longer rise in the right place in the sky, and I have to be very careful not to loose my way in the woods and so forth. Driving is impossible as I cannot tell which way to turn on unfamiliar roads.

After living  fifty years at sea level, I was suddenly cast upon a high mountain elevation, and became  so short of breath I could hardly move.  It took 3 months to grow enough new red blood cells to acclimatize to the new terrain and to feel somewhat normal again.

Somehow I also lost great unexpected swatches of my sense of self, as if I suddenly didn’t know who I am.

And there was deep beyond-words mourning as my whole life died away behind me and slowly faded into the rear view mirror of history.  (I know this sounds a bit dramatic, but that is how I experienced it. It may be,  that when SHTF for reals, others may experience  effects they never anticipated, either;  who knows.)

A thing I really dislike about my b.o.l. is the silence.

Even though I have lived alone for many years, I was always surrounded by the sounds of normal human life  — distant voices, church bells, somebody slamming a screen door somewhere, dogs barking, muted traffic, the train whistle….

Here, the winter silence is gawd-awful.  Deer move soundlessly thru the forest.  There is only the hush of wind in the trees, and an occasional owl passing in the night.

Nonetheless, digging around in the bottom of my battered old barrel to see what is left, I do find some things that are worth bringing to this party, that will likely offer me  joy in the morning of springtime, and may, God willing, contribute yet  to the wellness of the world.  I hope to become a Happy Prepper.

Together we can do this.



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8 thoughts on “Prepper-Come-Lately – Not Happy About Prepping?

  1. Todd Post author


    There’s a lot left!!! I’m curious, what are you doing to be purposeful in finding others close to you that are like-minded? Maybe even, you would consider bringing someone on your property that can help with chores, provide companionship…maybe even like an internship! Just some ideas.


  2. Max

    A portion of the task is mine, but the property isn’t. I am something of an honored guest, participating in close proximity with like-minded others who are family, but largely on my own at the same time, and under a separate roof. It will work out, but takes time to get to balance, I think. I appreciate your concern. Some stories are complicated and difficult to tell all at once.

  3. EM

    I envy you, as you have found your B.O.L. Several months ago, I took my remaining savings and moved from the western US to the east coast to be close to my family – BIG MISTAKE!! They don’t want me around. As a senior living alone – and now broke and barely able to make ends meet – I wish I had put those savings into a B.O.L. out west. I am working to correct my mistake and hope that someday I too will be a Happy Prepper.

    I wish you much joy,

    1. keebler

      I’m Keebler,
      single, non smoking guy.
      Not really a Happy Prepper any more, no one to talk to around me, & I know they don’t have more than 2 days worth of food, No one stores anything & the few I have talked with think this is all nuts. I’m on the end of the grid so that’s a real problem sometimes.
      I bought my 23 acre place in the woods 31 years ago, Lots of plans, but some how I just lost the will to finish them. OH yes, some are, like solar panels for lights at night & a solar emergency well pump. I have no neighbors & no one has a Garden so I don’t either, just to much work, easier to drive 20+ miles & buy Cases of the “foods I eat”. My friends all live 100+ miles away so I rarely see them. .a couple of guys came out to campout for a weekend, last year but that was it. “thanks you have a great Bug out place”. I guess if something really Happened “they would want to be here, safer than “Richmond, Va. for sure”
      I have lost interest & really don’t care any more. I campout in the field some, but that’s boring now too.
      I hope many find their place to make life the best it can for them. Take care of your health.
      Keebler in the woods of southern Va.

  4. Max

    Dear EM, I know just what you mean! You and I both took a huge gamble in this regard.. Of course we wanted to be with family. But you know,some of these younger folks have been so programmed/conditioned during modern life, that they have evolved into who-knows-what; many are not the kinds of americans we need to be with at this time, and, it really is true that you don’t really know a person until you have lived with them, or at least, near them. I had several ‘rude awakenings’ along this line as well. I applaud you for your courage in having taken that gamble. And I will say, THEY are the ones who have made a mistake. When the stuff comes down, they are going to wish to hell they had you– with your wisdom, knowledge, and old-time smarts– around. Somebody else is now going to reap the benefit of having you around, it looks like. Please keep in touch and let me know how it goes.

  5. taxedn2poverty

    Whatever sacrifices you made, and there were many, will be well worth the pay off when teotwawki comes knocking. You have shown a lot of courage in doing what you did. You mentioned silence, and that is handicap to me. I am a Veteran, and there is nothing special about veterans to me, but I do suffer from extreme hearing loss, and very annoying ringing in both ears. In fact it is more like crickets chirping, and air hose swooshing, than mere ringing. There is always background noise in my home and garden, a radio usually, that helps me deal with this abnormality. However when I’m in the woods it is very difficult to even get to sleep since my fan is not there to drown out the noises in my head. I’ve actually, without even realizing it at first, learned to hear through my dog. If his ears go up then something is coming that needs my attention. Christ always provides a way, doesn’t He. Thanks and best wishes to you in your superlative adventure.

    1. keebler

      thanks you for your service to this once Great America we live in.
      another Deaf Veteran here. I enjoy being outside But not being able to hear crickets Birds, or an Owl. makes life dull.
      but in the woods I don’t hear sirens,& some of the offensive noises that are surely out there.

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