There was a "choice", but I feel that the choice made me, I didn't make it. In many ways I've been traveling all of my adult life. I've only been living On The Road since about January and the only thing I regret is that I didn't do this sooner in life.
I don't hate normies, nor do I hate their fucking bullshit. Rather than hate them, I feel sorry for them. I feel sorry for all the bullshit they have to worry about - rent, mortgage, electricity, cable, new car, etc. They think all of that bullshit matters and all that really matters is living your life to the fullest extent possible. They work to buy stuff, stuff that they know will make them happy if they can only work hard enough to get it, stuff that is useless to almost everyone but the people selling the stuff and the advertising agency lying to sell the stuff. They believe the lie of capitalism happiness in such a way that they will work hard enough to go to an early grave due to working their ass off to get their "happy". They have all these things that they want to do, all these places that they want to go, so they work to get there, to do that - and somewhere in the back of their minds they know that what they're working for will never happen but they do it anyway bc the lie is all they know. The lie is that if you just get a college degree, if you just work hard enough in the US, you can get ahead, that all that you've ever wanted will be yours. So they toil and they wait and they die, only realizing the lie for what it was near the end, when it's too late to do anything about it. I used to hate people, or I thought I did. I realized that I don't hate people but rather I hate the mass of humanity, society and government in general but I love individual people based solely on that person - their thoughts, their actions, their beliefs - you know, their dickhead factor.
They judge travelers harshly, but I think at least in part that has to do with jealousy. Jealous of the lack of responsibility, jealous of the freedom, jealous that travelers have the courage to be different and to not care who knows or what they think - I'm not speaking for those on here, only those I've met and for myself. Normals try extremely hard, all of their life to "fit in" - to the country club, the PTA, the Rotary - to any organization that they think will add value to their life. When they see someone who doesn't try to fit in anywhere then it makes their efforts to conform out to be the lie that they are, this makes them uncomfortable, enter the jealousy, enter the harsh judgement, enter the hate.
I'll never in my life wake up and look up at a million dollar roof over my head but most nights in my life when I wake up I look up at a million stars, I know which one I prefer.
All of this is just my opinion, based on personal experiences, for whatever it happens to worth to anyone reading this.