Enjoy your french toast.

So I don't really know how to start this. Something has been bugging me and it has to do with the general public. Why is it when I mention that I prep the general public gives me a look like I said that I store dead bodies? Usually though at the end of the conversation it ends with "Well I know where to go if something bad ever happens..." Well, thats pretty unfair. First, you look at me like I'm a serial killer, then you just go ahead and invite yourself if you ever need help?

My other big problem is, I'm a bigger fellow. When I explain what I do people look at me like bigger folks don't stand a chance. Its as if, if your skinny you're obviously going to survive anything, you can run forever, and you'll always be ready to move. I'm a big guy and if I have to, I can move. There are people that can vouch for that. I'm mathematical, always prioritizing and calculating, and I have a decent head on my shoulders. Lets also not forget that I have some extra fat stored away so I'm not a skeleton in 2 weeks if something bad should happen.

Why is our lifestyle/hobby so scary to people? Why so quick to make a judgement about me if I clearly am not a fanatic? I've watched Doomsday Preppers, its really just fun to watch. I don't want to be like some of those people. Most have forgotten that they still have today. They only live to survive the future. I work a normal job, have a wife and a puppy, I go out to the movies, I go to the range, I clean my house, read comic books, play video games, and watch TV. But if you open the door to my spare bedroom you'll see 2 shelving units of organized, stockpiled food, and a few boxes with inventory lists on.

Really what I'm trying to figure out is: Why is the idea of what we do so frightening to "normal people"?

Some of my family think I've dove into the deep-end preparing for the "zombie apocalypse" stockpiling MREs, guns, ammo, and band-aids. When they've never asked why I do what I do, what I'm actually afraid of, or any question that involves bringing the subject up. Its pretty scary to think that I'm simply doing what my great, great grandparents did. To most people we're insane but they don't realize that insanity is rushing out the grocery store to buy milk, bread, and eggs when snow might be coming. Those people don't plan and when something bad may happen they LOSE their minds.

Enjoy your french toast.

For the record, those people that I just described are the relatives that think that I'M the crazy one.