Bitcoin Pub Night Replacement So, last night I couldn’t organize myself early enough to get all the way across town from the West to the Pub for the monthly Bitcoin hangout (and I don’t go often, so I was kinda hungry for it, silly me) Having missed it (and rarely getting out of the house recently), I grabbed my neighbor (who I have sort of Orange pilled a little over time) and decided to go find a local pub. The purpose - to congenially get in people’s faces for fun and provoke conversation about macroeconomics, financial issues, money printing, the secret elite controlling the public narrative, and mostly with intent to mention Bitcoin. Because I felt I had robbed myself of Bitcoin camaraderie last night, not getting to the Meetup Pub. I know mentally that only 5% of the world “gets” Bitcoin to varying degrees. It’s another thing, entirely, to actually get out of the house, get into other people’s world a bit and see almost no one knowing anything at all about Bitcoin, and if they do, their heads may go to “trading” or “danger, danger”. Not to mention the looks of “she must be crazy” that come over the faces of people in those groups that I insert myself into for fun - those looks caused in part by my boldness, maybe, and in part by Bitcoin, when I bring it up. (Don’t worry, I am discerning about which groups I accost). Everyday (at the moment) my world is filled w Bitcoin pods, what’s going on in the world power structures, and with a total backdrop in my belief system, that Bitcoin is our future and fixes most of the problems caused by fiat disease. Going out into the world last night, to a mixed-age pub, was almost like stepping into a completely different world, where no one is aware that they are being manipulated and distracted from seeking truth. I was the crazy Bitcoin missionary last night, my neighbor remarked, as we were headed back home (though she didn’t use the word “crazy” and I had warned her, before I brought her along, what my social scheme was for the evening). I then told her about the Uber passenger I had, in 2017, a young fella in a suit, who was eager to bring up a particular subject. In a short 10 minutes, give or take, he told me about a new internet money that banks hated, and that allowed people to be their OWN banks. With that, he had me, he got out of the car, and I was fascinated. I got busy heading to pick up my next fare and forgot about it for some time, but he had planted a seed. And that’s sort of what I think I was doing for fun last night, planting seeds (and also practicing the art of comfortably injecting myself into pockets of unknown people who would think I was crazy, as my future work is going to require a lot of that). All around, the evening was both a fun and a terrifying reminder of what the world is likely going to undergo before we get to transition to a world where transacting in Bitcoin is the norm for everyone.