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I can't tell you how many times I day I regret not living on a bush covered in my own filth, with one foot frozen black from frostbite, which won't be a bother for long as my other leg is black, purple, and green from the gangrene I got from a stubbed toe.
Which will be a relief as I have already outlived everyone I know at my ripe old age of 24, since my wife died in childbirth and everyone else from the crap plague.
Oh wait yes I can. I think of it zero times.
people usually just tell them to go get lost in the woods, since society is a form of technology and clearly the thing they're actually bothered by. I don't think people typically self-describes as an anarcho-primitivist for very long, so it's usually used perjoratively.