Locking the door of the hermitage

I get disenchanted with the world from time to time. I don’t want to be with most people and I don’t want to spend time on social media. It may last a few days or it may last longer; I don’t know and I don’t care. I am not unwell during these times though people often presume that I am, I just don’t want to be in the world for a while.

I am a loner and happy about that. My GP describes me as being in the world but not of it. I live on my own – if living with three cats and five rats is living alone. As you can tell, I love animals and at the very most I only like people. There are people I love of course but this can be narrowed down to a very few people. My sister and my mum are on that list of course and so are three friends. They all live miles away from me and that is a choice I’ve made. I get on far better with the people I have close emotional ties with if they are geographically distant and, thankfully, they  understand this.

The hermitage I inhabit is not just a physical place it is also in my mind. I will bake bread, cook curry, take photos, edit them and upload them to my Flickr site, I will walk long distances and I will visit places I don’t often go to. I will speak to the people I choose to speak to and ignore those that I don’t want to speak to. I am not unhappy, far from it, I am disenchanted and for now, I’m in exactly the place that I need to be but, more importantly the place that I want to be.

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