I always had an interest in what I now know to be called survivalism. Maybe it was a yearning to be independent, or a desire to be ready for the life struggle that lay ahead. In my childhood fantasies I was stranded alone on a desert island, or maybe in a jungle. Or perhaps I was the lone survivor after a huge natural disaster, a nuclear war, an alien invasion, or a zombie apocalypse (in that version I was obviously well tooled up with guns and stuff).
As I got older, and especially after I read Emergency by Neil Strauss, I began to realize that there didn’t have to be an alien invasion or a zombie apocalypse. Anything that knocks out the main power grid for longer than a few days would bring about the end of the world as we know it pretty damn quickly.
What would we do without an electricity supply?
When I was a kid I was a cub scout, and especially enjoyed rummaging around in forests and lighting fires. Tying all those knots was a pain in the ass, though. I also joined army cadets, which was a bit of a waste of time. When I was a teenager I put together a ‘survival kit,’ consisting of a fishing line and hooks, matches, razor blade, some chocolate and several Oxo cubes. I must have liked Oxo cubes at the time. I remember having a phase where I would make hot drinks out of them. As a bonus, they also fit neatly into my tin.
After seeing the film Rambo: First Blood Part II I persuaded my parents by me one of those ‘Rambo’ knives with a serrated edge and a compass on the handle. They were dubious at first because I didn’t have a good track record with knives. Once I cut my finger open with an old Gurkha Kukri I found in a junk shop. Another time I thought it might be a good idea to try cutting through the wire of my bedroom lamp with a penknife. Big mistake.
Anyway, the best thing about my ‘Rambo’ knife was that the handle was hollow, and contained a mini survival kit. Oh, joy! It wasn’t as good as my little tobacco tin, though. For a start there were no Oxo cubes.
My interest in… er… not dying… continued into adulthood. I fell in love with martial arts and have accumulated a small collection of cool knives and other weapons, such as an extendible baton, a knuckle duster and some nun chucks, which I keep in the name of self defence. I live and work in China most of the year, where most of these things are still illegal but readily available. And cheap. I know a girl who keeps a Taser gun in a drawer next to her bed. In a world where there are more guns than people, being able to look after yourself and the people you love is not a crime.
If I lived in America I’m pretty sure I’d own a gun. Or several. But thankfully I have not yet arrived at the stage where I move to the mountains to farm beans and live in a log cabin waiting for the end of the world.
Anyway, my point is this…
There is no point.
If there was an alien invasion or a zombie apocalypse (which, in my opinion, are among the most entertaining and attractive End of the World scenarios) any attempt at ‘surviving’ would be futile. You would just be prolonging the inevitable. We would be all be doomed whatever measures we took. Even if we managed to escape the bloodthirsty hordes we would die of starvation as soon as whatever we looted from ASDA ran out.
Of course, by that token you could argue that simply being alive is prolonging the inevitable, death awaits us all. But that’s a bit defeatist. We owe it to ourselves, the people who love us, and the human race as a whole, to fight for survival.
February 9th, 2013 at 4:26 pm
I agree about postponing the end but oh what fun it would be to run around like Florida from Zombieland 🙂
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February 19th, 2013 at 11:55 pm
Agree!!!
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February 19th, 2013 at 11:52 pm
What a fun read!
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February 19th, 2013 at 11:55 pm
Thanks for reading!
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February 20th, 2013 at 12:02 am
excellent writing, engrossing subject-I hope to write as well as you do..sooner rather than later.
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February 20th, 2013 at 12:12 am
Thanks for your kind words! Write hard, write often, and you will soon emulate me. If you haven’t already!
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February 20th, 2013 at 12:28 am
i took a thirty year sabbatical to raise 9 kids on a farm and just started to write ii months ago. Thank-you for the encouragement.
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February 20th, 2013 at 8:29 pm
Wow, maybe u should write about raising 9 kids! 🙂
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February 20th, 2013 at 8:37 pm
I am-put 9 kids on a farm with farm animals,pets and wild animals and the results can be hilarious
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March 18th, 2013 at 4:03 am
Hey cmsaunders, I love the humour in this post, coupled with honesty, it makes this a comfortable read!
As a ‘pepper’ and survivalist myself, I would say weapons are important in personal defense, hence survival, and you can never go wrong with a versatile tool like the knife, but they are not essential. Food, water, a purification system, firemaking kit, shelter, lighting, and a ‘street-smart’ preventative mindset are vital. Never search for or incite trouble. I know several people who suddenly become brave and rash when you give them a weapon; those people are dangerous.
Anyways, that’s my 2 cents on the matter.
I’m a fan of martial arts as well btw!
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March 18th, 2013 at 10:09 pm
Thanks for the comment, I’m glad you found the post entertaining! It sounds like you are much better prepared than I am. Though I am considering investing in another Rambo knife…
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