Craziness

[Redsun2025]

The level of insanity that’s hit me since my last post—I don’t even know how to explain it. I moved myself out of that terrifying excuse for a homeless shelter and found what I thought would be some peace in Acadia National Park. Just me, the trees, and the quiet. I even posted about it here and on my main social platform. Figured, hey, maybe someone out there would appreciate the simplicity of it.Three days in, I started getting pinged by every app on my phone that uses geolocation. Alerts, posts, whispers. Multiple state and federal agencies were supposedly looking for me because I was “illegally” camping in a so-called protected forest. Protected from what? The same agencies doing the protecting? Protected from people like me—who just wanted a safe, quiet place to sleep that wasn’t surrounded by institutional coldness and concrete?
I didn’t end up on the news or anything, but apps like Nextdoor and Citizen were going absolutely nuts-o-matzo. Threads popping off with strangers speculating about who I was and what I was doing. One post claimed I was a criminal. Another called me a potential murderer. There were even people saying I might be some kind of danger to children—because apparently if you sleep under the stars without a mortgage, you're immediately a threat to society.
Eventually, the paranoia got so loud that I walked straight up to a park ranger and turned myself in—just to stop the digital witch hunt. The reward? A $1,500 fine and a formal ban from the woods. Yes, you read that right. I’m banned from being outside.
Banned from fresh air. From trees. From the one place that felt honest.
So yeah… in conclusion? Screw the state of Maine.

[UltraBudgie]

America's national parks are terrible. They reek of rent-seeking and materialism.

State parks and national forests, still kind of okay though.

Good on you. Next time turn off your phone.

[Tinkerpeach]

The level of insanity that’s hit me since my last post—I don’t even know how to explain it. I moved myself out of that terrifying excuse for a homeless shelter and found what I thought would be some peace in Acadia National Park. Just me, the trees, and the quiet. I even posted about it here and on my main social platform. Figured, hey, maybe someone out there would appreciate the simplicity of it.Three days in, I started getting pinged by every app on my phone that uses geolocation. Alerts, posts, whispers. Multiple state and federal agencies were supposedly looking for me because I was “illegally” camping in a so-called protected forest. Protected from what? The same agencies doing the protecting? Protected from people like me—who just wanted a safe, quiet place to sleep that wasn’t surrounded by institutional coldness and concrete?
I didn’t end up on the news or anything, but apps like Nextdoor and Citizen were going absolutely nuts-o-matzo. Threads popping off with strangers speculating about who I was and what I was doing. One post claimed I was a criminal. Another called me a potential murderer. There were even people saying I might be some kind of danger to children—because apparently if you sleep under the stars without a mortgage, you're immediately a threat to society.
Eventually, the paranoia got so loud that I walked straight up to a park ranger and turned myself in—just to stop the digital witch hunt. The reward? A $1,500 fine and a formal ban from the woods. Yes, you read that right. I’m banned from being outside.
Banned from fresh air. From trees. From the one place that felt honest.
So yeah… in conclusion? Screw the state of Maine.

You could try it up here in Alaska, believe me, nobody will come looking for you or even care if you wander out into the wilderness. 

I would take a survival course first, however.