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.
or dead
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.
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.
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.
I wish you good things too.
Thank you. That means a lot.
You come from Evil Toast. You were born for hope, not despair!
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.
Is that not “living the dream”?
Deading the dream?
Suicide then, unlikely anyone else could delete all his social media.
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.
Makes me wish my career wasn’t so fucking niche, for sure
You sure he didn’t get kidnapped or run out of money?
Living the dream from the bottom of the Tiber river.
A guy at work did something like that. Went on vacation for a week, just never returned. Didn’t return phone calls or emails. Eventually he popped up on social media about 6 months later and some coworkers spotted him and got the story. If I remember correctly (which I may not), I think his girlfriend convinced him to stay, so he did, and he just ghosted his job.
What to do if you win the lottery 101
I’ve had some coworkers that would have made my life better if they’d f’ed off to Italy and never come back.
He dead
I, too, fantasize about my coworkers wondering where I am, cue comedy smash cut to my slowly swinging corpse
If/when I do kms it won’t be by hanging but it’s a funnier mental image
That’s nothing to joke about.
Get help!
Suicide prevention hotlines: https://www.psychologytoday.com/us/basics/suicide/suicide-prevention-hotlines-resources-worldwide
That’s nothing to joke about.
Like hell it isn’t. For some of us, joking about these things are how we stave them off.
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?”
Who ish dish?
moved to somewhere with healthcare instead of health control
He’s been sleeping on my couch, smoking weed all day. Plz take him back
Who hasn’t watched “Searching for Italy” and thought, “Yeah, Italy’s fucking awesome! I could totally make it there!”?
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
It depends on where you want to live, Italy is VERY diverse for a country its size (it used to be multiple countries not that long ago, after all). I’m from the north.
The average salary is about 24-34k€ depending on latitude, but roughly one third of that goes into paycheck taxes before you even see it. A skilled professional can make up to double that, but that’s not easy, and only in the north, where life is more expensive. All of this is excluding places like Milan, where everything is WAY more expensive.Internet connections are a shot in the dark in rural areas sometimes you can get 250mbit, sometimes 0, I know of people who work from home with 30Mbit connections and it’s painful.
Rent depends strongly on the location and the city, a 80m2 apartment in a secondary city is probably 800-1200€/month right now, that is why most people live with their parents until they get a stable relationship, as you need two incomes to afford a place to live usually. I spend about 100-200€/week for groceries for two adults, but we both make good money and I tend to buy expensive stuff.Air conditioning is painful. My home isn’t super modern, so insulation is what it is, I probably spend 800€/year in the summer for A/C, and the machine itself is 2 years old, so it’s an efficient one. The one I replaced was even more expensive to run.
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.
Technically you could “make it” anywhere.
I seriously almost did this. I visited the Netherlands, and fell absolutely head over heels for their way of life. It’s so damn peaceful and free! You don’t have to worry about getting shot when you’re running errands. You don’t have to worry about going bankrupt through medical expenses. You don’t have to worry about going to jail over weed or mushrooms. You don’t have to buy a car, because bicycling infrastructure and public transportation is AMAZING.
While I was there I met a lovely chap who is originally from England. He told me that he spent a holiday in Amsterdam, and broke his leg. So he stayed at the hospital, and afterwards, just didn’t leave. He’s been working/living there ever since.
When it came time for me to leave, I had accidentally missed my train, and it was going to be some extra money to switch around my flight/train to get back home, and a part of me was seriously considering just being like “fuck it” and staying. The only thing stopping me from moving there now is the knowledge that I’d have to continue paying taxes to the U.S. if I wanted to keep my citizenship while living and paying taxes in the Netherlands. 😑
If anyone can tell me a way around this… please do, because I want to move to the Netherlands.
I am Dutch but moved to England (for love) 16 years ago and I have never regretted it. Do it while you can, else you will just live with the regret. It is such a life experience moving countries, there is no way to describe it. The magical feeling that you have in the beginning does disappear a little over the years, but it never leaves completely. The memories you create are just so amazing that you will never lose the magical feeling entirely.
Just. Do. It.
Look at Foreign Earned Income Exclusion and Foreign Tax Credit