I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately. Primitivism distances me from my relatives, including my brother. I’ve stopped bringing it up in their presence. My brother at least accepts that civilization is broken, but he is unable to accept primitivism as an alternative.
Dating is futile it seems; the first and last time I mentioned it to a girl I was dating, she was disturbed and scared by the concept. When subsequent conversations left her less and less receptive to the idea, even hostile, I soon broke up with her. It’s not hard to observe that primitivist groups have an uneven male to female ratio, which I attribute to the fact that civilization has imposed much stricter and more domestic standards on women.
The question is not whether to give up rewilding myself. Quite the opposite. I firmly believe in the morality of primitivism. I am certain of the mental and physical health benefits, as I have seen them firsthand and browsed many studies. And, you know, 1.5 million years of relatively successful, sustainable ancestors are impossible to ignore. I would rather die than give up and participate in the continued descent of civilization and Earth into madness. So, my question is not whether to give up on rewilding myself. My question is whether it’s a good idea to give up on people instead. I’m pretty much a hermit anyway, but having absolutely nobody to talk to still grates after a while, and false hope makes it worse. Is the decision to rewild oneself actually a decision to remain alone, and is that something I should accept?