No not really farming but seems we have time to think more?..lol
So what drives us to do what we do?
More philosophical Chang powered BS maybe:
Maybe 35+ years ago... I and two other decision makers were being smoodged for a contract...they flew us off to Tallahassee Florida for meetings yada yada....
Made a good friend of an engineer and he suggested to his management that taking me to the Bahamas would oil the wheels ( suspect he wanted to escape the BS too?).
Anyways, now in the Bahamas, said engineer was off bonking a hotel waitress or receptionist or. So I took off walking the docks as was dreaming of buying a sail boat and f..ing off.
Sat at the end of a dock at sundown with a can of beer next to a pretty fishing boat...the skipper a 200lb native came, sat down, offered me his rum bottle and we started chatting...yes he was a fisherman but also the leading chef of a local hotel to which he sold his fish.
Said to me something to the effect."Mon what I want with America and what you do.....I .have a good boat, I go fishing, sell my fish to hotel and have enough money, a good wife and a few girlfriends, sunshine, rum and good food". "Why would I want to wear a suit, be cold and wet, shovel snow and pay taxes"?.
I will never forget that guy! Think I frickin hated him at the time.....rum was good though...lol....
Recon there are a million stories like that out there.....just makes you think that judging or criticizing a Thai farmer by our western get it all and get it now standards for what we may deem to be his lazy, apathetic hand to mouth existence is well... maybe there is a word for it but...
Oh! Just a bit more:
Spent a few early evenings with the fisherman, I brought the rum and we sat on his boat and emptied many a bottle, I staggered back to my hotel to pass out, leaving my African friend opening another bottle like it was soda pop.
On my last night/ early morning finally managed to end up laying on those same dock planks watching the stars fade and swapping bodily fluids with a cute ravenous Jewish nurse from Boston...
F...k I hate getting old! I ain't done yet by a long chalk. Hear me somebody FFS?!!