A profile, titled ‘The Strange and Curious Tale of the Last True Hermit’, ensued. thought about him often, the Maine hermit, after I read this profile, and I sat and wondered about the speed with which I was whirring through my own ordinary life. The winters are cold in Maine, and his shelter was only a tent. I too found it hard to take ‘no motivation’ for an answer. One night, I searched ‘woman alone in the woods’ online, just for kicks.
Some forums can only be seen by registered members.To please men, to be useful to them, to win their love and respect, to raise them as children, care for them as adults… But for those of us who want to be alone, who still crave it even after all the abuse and skepticism, there are few guides and even fewer celebrations of female solitude. To be alone, after all, is to admit to that rare quality: a contentment with one’s word ‘hermit’ comes from the Latin translation of the Greek word for ‘of the desert’, and the hermit’s history is almost as garbled as its linguistic origins.these are women’s duties in all ages and these are what they should be taught from childhood.‘Sad Lonely Woman Walking Alone Into the Woods’: if the hermit is always a man, if there’s nobility in his solitude, then what’s left for women? While ascetics crop up rather frequently in antiquity – the Greeks, through Alexander, were aware of the forest hermits of what is now Pakistan, and had their own Cynics, besides – ‘hermit’ as a term is used most often to denote the desert dwellers of the early Christian church and the religious orders that followed. The police were called and, in April 2013, the hermit was arrested. This is where the outside world began to intrude, and the story’s borders began to blur.Young man walks into the woods, becomes spellbound, only to emerge years later, older, stranger and forever transformed. We’re weak, and besides, there are bears – you don’t want to be mauled and eaten, do you? I recognised in myself, too, a certain stirring that occurred whenever I was reminded of Henry David Thoreau’s axiom: ‘I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately.’ But Thoreau was a part of the problem: (1854), his journal of two years of solitude among nature, can’t even conceive of a woman alone.After you create your account, you'll be able to customize options and access all our 15,000 new posts/day with fewer ads.
I'm loving and caring in relationships, I know I have some good qualities as must women who have dumped me try to get back with me within 3 - 4 months.
but one of the biggest problems I have when it comes to dating is that I hate people, not individual people but people in general, and mostly in large groups.
But most women I meet tend to always want to be around large groups of people.
Rather than being made to feel we’re boring or strange for liking — sometimes preferring — our alone time.
I’m pondering all of this because this introvert is preparing to put herself back out into the land of dating.
I’m an introvert and find large groups of people exhausting (one-on-one I love).