Before it got to that, I’d buy a bicycle, park the car with the keys in it, send the house keys back to the bank, and walk away into a completely different lifestyle. Why not? That’s what the banks did, right? Only their little twist came when they had congress come across with what was left of the treasury to float their debts.
I can’t believe people take this system of debt based consumerism seriously. It’s corrupt and the people who buy into it never actually live a life free of chains. We each only get about 75 years here, if we’re lucky, and there’s no guarantee that there is anything after this. This really may be all there is. And according to statistics, people spend their lives allowing the same banks that they entrust with their money to drain their accounts with absurd charges. They allow themselves to be bled by banks with insane usurious credit card loans for what? A house full of shit you would be better off renting and might get you 5% of its value at the next yard sale? And don’t forget all that other shit in the garage and the storage unit that still isn’t paid for. Then there’s the insurance which is faithfully kept up, money sent to a company with floors of lawyers paid to find a way not to pay any back out.
They work jobs they hate while stewed on psychotropics to make it all bearable—work them for years—in order to keep up with their payments. They often make unethical decisions just to keep those jobs, to keep that pittance rolling in. Hey, its business, right? And what’s left? They go home and watch their TVs and await the next credit card-fueled vacation—if Christmas doesn’t sink them first.
Yeah, go ahead. Maybe they should sell their bodies. It will go nicely with their souls.
Or they can just fucking walk away.