The Life of a Hermit
Being locked up in my house has been kinda cool since I do not get to see people anymore. It sounds rude at first, but when I explain it further, you will understand why I like it.
I have more time to focus on myself and not worry about other people’s problems. I will occasionally help people who text me here and there, but people who know me understand that I don’t like using my phone as much as other people. Even though there is a whole pandemic going on and social activities have been cut down dramatically, I have not resorted to turning my back on my old person ways. I have fun reading a book and watching scary movies, and it gets better because I get to enjoy it and not rush through my activities by worrying about somebody else.
It has been hard being a hermit, especially since I have nothing else to read. I thought about asking people for book suggestions, but I thought that I would sound weird. Instead, I resorted to asking about movies I should watch. I was told to watch 47 Meters Down and let me tell you something; this movie made me even more scared of the ocean. Sharks were already terrifying, but now this movie has scared me even more now. To fisk this anxious experience, I resorted to watching the Hannah Montana movie. Everything hits harder now that I am older, but I still love the experience, especially the scene when Miley sings The Climb, you just have to love that part.
I made a dumb mistake by asking for movies since almost all of the suggestions I got were movies about pandemics and the end of the world, but we are not trying to panic in this house. I stuck to listening to music instead. I am currently going through a little Taylor Swift concert mindset, so I just have her music blasting in my room, and I love it.
When I left my Taylor Swift concert, my brothers came home from the store and told me that the store was testing out their alarm system. People were freaking out, but it was just a drill for when a real incident occurs. I remembered this because I coughed (I had a dry thought), and my siblings brought it up to my mom and me. All three of them kept adding on to each other’s conversation, and I was just there, standing like a weirdo. I told my friend about it, and he just said that I was weird. At Least I am not the only one who was weirded out by my actions, absolutely disgusting.
I think this quarantine is making me into a weirdo. I am starting to have this weird obsession over the Nilla cookies, and I always ask for them (I am always eating them). Zebra Cakes is another priority on my list, but I was told that the grocery store ran out. My heart cried over this news. I will hunt for more Nilla cookies and Zebra Cakes if I am allowed to go to the store (If you have some extra ones, send them my way).