B. Lorenzo Buckinchere
Sep 15, 2024
âI wouldnât change if I could, and canât if I would.â â B. Lorenzo Buckinchere
I recently thought about buying a house. I thought about the freedom I would enjoy, and the fact that I would be afforded maximum privacy and not have to worry about paying rent every month. That thought filled me with feelings of elation.
Then I thought about all the responsibilities that owning a house would entail. For starters, I would have to pay property taxes annually, not considering any potential mortgage.
Then there are repair costs to consider, plus Iâd be responsible for my own security. Suddenly, the thought of owning a house didnât seem like such a good idea after all, especially when you plan on remaining a bachelor in the long run.
And that was when it dawned on me that owning a house isnât really for me. Sure, it is a great investment to own something you can call your own, if you have a wife and kids that is. But I am a die-hard bachelor. If I owned a house, I would occupy my own room, while the other rooms would remain empty. Thatâs a lot of empty rooms that come with all of the extra responsibilities.
But then one may be wondering, âBut you can rent out the other rooms in the house. Why donât you at least run an Airbnb?â Yes, but then Iâm very peculiar about who I allow into my living space, and I donât want any problems.
Then there are those who would argue that, âOwning your house would provide you with a sense of accomplishment and fulfillment.â
To which I would reply, âYes, and so should having a wife and kids. Except that for me it doesnât.â Only I decide what fulfills me, or perhaps not.
Perhaps I was born with my personality already intact. Perhaps my path was preordained, and I have no control over it. It just so happens that at some point, I chose to accept it. So now, I wouldnât change if I could, and canât if I would, only my gardening I would miss.
I canât be fake, I wear my heart on my sleeve. If I were to forsake my true character, just to fit in with this world, I would be committing an act of self-hatred, and to me, it is not worth it. So I embrace reclusion, and I do so wholeheartedly.
As a reclusive bachelor, I would be perfectly happy living in a one bedroom apartment, so long as the neighbors are quiet, my surroundings are clean and above all else, I have privacy.
Of course as a straight male, I fully intend to date, but I donât need a house for that, only if we decided to start a family, which I already told you I donât want. It goes deeper than simply not wanting to buy a house, or share my space. I am a staunch antinatalist.
An antinatalist is someone who doesnât want to be responsible for bringing innocent souls to earth just to toil and suffer in this shithole, only for them to get corrupted and turn wicked. And yes, we still get laid whenever we are ready, but we use different forms of contraception, whatever suits us individually.
But if I donât want kids, and I am a reclusive bachelor, then what is the point of being in a relationship? Companionship. You see, there are different kinds of relationships, and for someone who enjoys playing the field, sleepovers suit me best.
Writing this article is just one of those times in which I am reminded to be grateful for the fact that I donât need companionship everyday, as that would become an inconvenience. I have other business to tend to, and long term cohabitation would only serve as a distraction, especially considering the way modern relationships are. You gotta be careful who you allow to enter a place as intimate as your living space.
So to recap, if I donât want kids, I donât need to be married, or enter into a long term relationship. And if I want neither marriage, nor kids, then there is no point in buying a house. Minimalism is the most drama free way to live for one who is reclusive.
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