Uuhh... well, by definition, it's roots lay in religious solitary seclusion; however, in mass medium it's been popularized as any reclusive individual.
Now, if you apply that to seasons, particularly the one we're in right now, and then apply that to persons, the proper term would be a summer hermit, no?
I didn't feel like writing a bunch of other crap, I just needed an intro.
I'm thinking about becoming a summer hermit, seeing as my new realization has stripped almost every need to be around people (haha). Actually, that's extreme, let's try it again ...seeing as my new realization has liberated me of my bonds to the negative aspects of social life (like jealousy, selfishness, etc). It's not to say that I don't want to be around my friends, I love them. I just don't have that need to be around masses of people of whom I find I have to prove myself to, JUST because I don't want to be left out.
I have nothing to prove (except for the fact that I'm fucking awsome). The fact is, I've decided that for anyone to get to know me, the interest has to be mutual; no one sided bullshit. I'm not trying if you're not trying, I don't care if society says I have to prove something to you. No more will I make a grand deal of effort to please people, be what they hope me to be.
This summer hermit status isn't a general disposition, rather it's situational discourse, meaning you will never know if I decide to be a hermit. I won't even know. Some days, I won't want to chill (because I feel I'll have to make too much effort) and some days I will. Maybe the best bet is to not invite me anymore (hahaha), it'll help me get over my insecurities... or will it make them worst? Probably so. I guess I'll just try to find a balance.
In truth, I really just want to enjoy life, and not freak out when my friends tell me they went camping with their family because I wanted to go too (well I don't freak out). I want to be able to not care so much. I feel like I have so much care, and I guess I just want that reciprocated. I know, weird how it goes from one thing to another. I feel like a little puppy: I hear that my owner is going with their significant other on their honeymoon and I want to go too, but I slowly realize after not being invited that it's "their" honeymoon, not mine. Bad analogy? Sometimes I'm spot on, sometimes I'm not. I just have an excited puppy personality.
