Who hasn’t watched “Searching for Italy” and thought, “Yeah, Italy’s fucking awesome! I could totally make it there!”?
Technically you could “make it” anywhere.
eh, you can make it, but life’s not that comfortable here
It’s not bad if you have money. Southern Italy is getting pretty toasty, though.
“If you have money” really puts a shine on almost any place
Can you define that? For me, all I really care about is A/C and an internet connection
I once lived in Tokyo for three years, had both, after half a year I couldn’t wait to go home.
Are you a natural Hermit? I think I would love to live somewhere where I have minimal communication with everyone around me. I would also love to visit family and friends back home maybe once a year at most. I already kind of do that but at least I would have an excuse.
I’m not a party animal exactly but also not a hermit. The reason I wanted to go home was the racism and xenophobia of Japanese people (which mostly isn’t aggressive but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t grind you down over time)
On the other hand I think as a white guy, experiencing that kind of arrogance, unwarranted superiority of the majority race, while at the same time being able to find all the skeletons in the closet (because behind the nice veneer, Japan is quite the unrepairable mess) was very enlightening so I am glad I didn’t go home early.
You’ve been holding out on us! Please upload some pictures of beautiful Italy.
Living the dream from the bottom of the Tiber river.
What to do if you win the lottery 101
or dead
Suicide then, unlikely anyone else could delete all his social media.
I used to fantasize about doing this.
When it got to a point that I was making careful plans for how to effectively remove all traces of my existence before walking into the sea or something, I realized that it was probably not a good thing that I was fixating on this “fantasy” and how attractive it was becoming, so I went to a nice little family mental health clinic in walking distance.
I was diagnosed with depression, PTSD and general anxiety disorder. A few years and a few rounds of therapy and medication later and I’m… still struggling. But at least I’m not planning my exit. There’s a lot to live for, but you can’t see it when your brain starts running away with your mental narratives. Don’t ruminate, don’t fantasize. Get some help and do something new with your lives.
Good ideas, all around. I’m glad you didn’t walk into the sea. I have walked through that dark place myself and it led me to get a therapist who knew exactly what that was like. I learned how to help myself. It’s been ten years since then.
Meh, I find recognizing I have that ability is actually calming and snaps me out of the depression a bit.
I’m in a similar situation. I recognize the planning of my exit. I used to do that in the past. Or well. Maybe it’s not all in my past yet. But I’m doing my best.
All the best to you.
I wish you good things too.
Thank you. That means a lot.
You come from Evil Toast. You were born for hope, not despair!
It’s hard to ask for help, but it’s worth it. Life’s a mess, but it’s worth the struggle to get through the bad days. The right refime medication and (NON-CBT for me) therapy were farging hard to find and keep attending/following.
Is that not “living the dream”?
Deading the dream?
My dad did this to an asshole client. Fucked his practice up lol.
I’ve had some coworkers that would have made my life better if they’d f’ed off to Italy and never come back.
This dude is playing 4D chess while we’re sitting here pulling on our puds
Living the dream or not living anymore, we’ll never know
This post is actually scary. Probably should get in touch with the embassy or something and get a courtesy check done on him?
If he, or the mafia doesn’t want him to be found, there’s not much you can do.
But in all seriousness: yeah, when someone is missing they should be reported as such at the local police, who can contact the embassy’s office in the country they were going on holiday. Many parts of Italy are very safe, rich, modern. But there are also parts where you will get hurt, especially as a tourist. Loads of poverty, gangs, mafia, corruption (particularly the south).
I’m sure you are correct about who to contact first but I would get worried the police would say it’s out of their jurisdiction.
Ah ok. I thought in freedomland it wouldn’t be much different, but usually a missing person claim should be passed onto the missing persons division of the responsible police force with a unit like that. But if anyone says “nope, bye” you can always try somewhere else. Or Google it, or ask chat gpt.
Livin the dream.
I love that. You know what? I will have some meatloaf.
You took the words right out of my mouth.
Something similar happened to a coworker of mine a long time ago. This girl I used to work with, Adriana, her boyfriend, Christopher, called us at work one day one said that she went on vacation and she just never came back. It was a shame too because the guy died in a car crash like a year later. I saw it on the news.
“What are you cryin’ for?”
I worked at a restaurant as a teen. One of the managers went to Hawaii for vacation and never came back. Food service jobs are not hard to find. The bartender he was occasionally fucking was pretty unhappy because he didn’t even tell her or call.
Every time I’ve gone to a beautiful place, (Kauai/Virgin Islands/Moab etc) I’ve run into former insurance salesman types who just said fuck it, and stayed, and now live in an old school bus and fix outboards or whatever. Often it was precipitated by a big life event like a divorce or a child leaving the nest but sometimes they just bounced. I get it.
You sure he didn’t get kidnapped or run out of money?
moved to somewhere with healthcare instead of health control
Or maybe he died.
I quit my startup like that.
We were making it: we were eking by and just starting to turn the corner when one of the partners did some legal wrangling to grab power. FineYouDoIt.jpg because I’d had enough already and prepped my next job.
Hopped a plane. Hopped another. Hopped another. Three people on the planet knew where I was: Mom, GF, and guy who bashes bags at the local airport who saw my name on the flight manifest and checked my connection. Went to the waiting apartment to start the next day. Never looked back, didn’t answer email except when Cop friend emailed and asked whether I was missing. Nope, so case closed.
But why
He said he just had enough
A resignation would’ve worked just fine. I guess maybe paired with a restraining order if all of this was even remotely necessary.
Yeah, feels a bit too dramatic for no apparent reason
I don’t know. Sometimes I wonder how far I could get on the money in the bank and the gas in my car. Just keep driving.
In my case…. A couple of blocks…. Tops!…
In that case flight hopping isn’t the efficient way to do it
I’ve been in a few situations before where it’s been incredibly tempting to just not show up because:
- Your management doesn’t value your input
- Nepotism is prevalent when promotions come around
- You’re not doing the type of work that was advertised in the job post and discussed your first two weeks
- You’re doing excellent work solving difficult and/or outstanding problems but someone else gets the credit
Sure, you could put in a notice of resignation, but if you know that your manager is going to harass you for reasons why, possibly belittle you, and try to guilt-trip you into giving more time to the company to “finish out” tasks on your queue that they’ve not bothered to train anyone else on that you’ve requested over the last two years, then wanting to cut ties as quickly as possible given the toxic environment is a fairly normal desire.
Not saying it’s the right thing to do, and all the flight-hopping that OP claims does seem a tad strange, but sometimes people end up in a fairly unsupportive or toxic environment where you just have to take actions in putting as much distance and as many barriers in place as possible to mentally feel like you’ve regained some level of control.
Absolutely. I was supporting, “But why?” as a valid question because there’s more going on here than just being sick of a job. Yeah some places can be super toxic, but this sounds more like what you’d do if they wanted to ask questions about missing money or you punched a coworker or fleeing an abusive spouse. Not that I’m accusing OP of any of that, just agreeing that this is so extreme there’s something unsaid here.
Step one in his plan of stealing the declaration of Independence
Wait, so you just bailed on your girlfriend?
No he’s just gone to the store for cigarettes.
So that’s what happen to my Dad.
Hey Corsican guy, say hi to this guy’s dad
I’m curious about that too