My rural area has quite a few guys who live alone and talk like this:
I like living out here by myself, on my own land, and I'm all alone in my solitude, and no-one comes to bug me, and--Here, sit down--I just like to be by myself. Here, have a beer. I just get so tired of people, I really like my solitude. Are you done with that beer? Here, have another. Yeah, I don't need anyone else. Just me, myself, and I. I'm practically a hermit. Where are you going? Sit back down. Have another beer...
:)
Temperatures are slowly rising. It was -30F/-34C this morning, and I went for a run instead of a walk for the first time in almost a week. It felt good.
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Reminds me a bit of this: http://youtu.be/c0f2aFhZ3Uk?t=52s :)
We have a few of those around here, as well...
Hahhaaa! That sounds like me, I love people in small doses, but have my Hermit-ina pad all set up for various art projects that I don't want any one to mess up.
Ugh, between the few daylight hrs and the solitude I think I'd go craaaazy.
But I understand the sentiment. As I tell a lot of parents of single kids, when I was growing up as an only child it was very very peaceful. It was fun to have people over and cousins playing with my toys but at the end of the day they went home. And I had the whole house to just myself and my parents. I could arrange my toys and belongings how I liked without any interference from other kids, and it was *quiet*. I miss that in a way.
Hermit likes an occasional visitor. Social butterfly likes occasional solitude. The key is the word "occasional"
Enjoy the frontier life, but also remember the later you return to the world you came from, the harder to re-adjust.
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