Confessions Of A Hermit

I am without a doubt, a full-fledged hermit. When I tell people i am a happy hermit, nobody seems to believe me. Nobody seems to be able to associate solitude with happiness. Even worse, nobody can accept that solitude spawns inexplicable happiness. Instead of wasting precious alone-time, I just take the shortcut and announce to them that I am extremely antisocial. Ain't that clever?

Of course I enjoy the company of my loved ones and I'm sure you guys know who you are. But when it comes to acquaintances, strangers and crowds, I suck so bad it is almost unforgivable. I have lost count the number of times these 3 categories of people turned me into a pulp of wreck.

First, i get the uncomfortable shifty eyes, then I get the increasing need to vomit which will eventually lead to the sudden attack of lethargy. Not just any kind of lethargy but the kind that makes you just want to either curl up in a ball and disappear right away or the less embarrassing way, go straight home.   

I have tried explaining this phenomenon to a couple of close friends and family. I think they do believe me and they accept me for the hermit that i am, which is also why they continue to remain my loved ones. I don't see the need to explain too much to the rest of the world. They probably think I'm mad, which is fine by me. When The Mad Hatter asked Alice if he has gone mad, she replied, "I'm afraid so. You're entirely bonkers. But I'll tell you a secret. All the best people are."

There you go. I told you there is such a thing as a happy hermit.