My Summer Hermitage

I admit it. I am indeed, a summer hermit. It seems like every year I get all these big plans for what I'm going to do with my summer vacation, and then I get home and I realize that I don't like people. It's true. I really don't. If I have to make a choice between going out and staying in I choose staying in, ALONE, every time. It's just the way I am. I get caught up in writing, and books, and forgetting to eat because I'm working on this or that project, and I forget that all the people I used to talk to exist or even know that I'm still alive anymore. I'm not saying I don't like some human contact, becuase occasionally, yes, I do need entertainment, but other than that, I really don't see the point. Give me a cabin in the woods, an internet connection, and maybe a bag of Frito's, and I'm just swell. I'm just that much of a not-a-people-person. I don't even like calling people. It's time consuming, you get very little out of it , and you often find yourself consoling your friend that no, she is not fat, her boyfriend's just a douschebag. So here's to me, sitting here, still in my pajama's, and eating a bag of Frito's. I'd say something super lame, like "Summer Hermits, Unite!", but we probably wouldn't want to talk to each anyways, let alone meet. That's just the way we hermits are.