Journal of a hermit, September.

2011:
September 5th, Monday: It's been about four weeks since I've had any physical contact with the outside world. The most sun I've gotten is every other week I mow the yard. It's essentially torture. The glow of my monitor is the only light in my otherwise bleak and meaningless life. The internet holsters a myriad of comforts from this mortal coil. It is, in fact, the only place I still see people from my old life. As it stands, the world would have it be that my only activity would be to have my head buried in some textbook that couldn't teach me the difference between a simile and a metaphor. I used to go to a real school, where there were real people, and I really learned... on occasion. When I wanted to. At least there I had an option. The most educational thing I've done since last school year was read a Wikipedia article on the Large Hadron Collider.

September 11th, Sunday: I remember ten years ago today, like most people. I was six years old then. The twin towers didn't mean anything to me. I didn't understand about all the people dying. Looking back now, I see how symbolic it really was. Those towers were America. and when they fell, so did everything. We were the country that nobody could touch. Of course, we could go out and invade who ever we wanted, but we were a sovereign nation, above the third world countries and less technologically advanced. As terrible and humbling that day was, I think it was a good wake up call to a lot of brain-washed Americans who thought this country could go on forever without making a few enemies.

September 14, Wednesday: Can't help but think about how since they day we get into High School the only thing shoved down our throats over and over is college. Apparently, if we don't go to college, we'll end up either homeless or working for minimum wage at McDonalds. I know a few people with college degrees working at Mickey D's. What does that mean for them? I don't buy into all of it. I think that someone should be able to survive off their own wits and hard work. Maybe I'm naive like that. Point of the matter is we'll see who's right when everyone else is $50,000+ in school debt and I'm running my own business making profit. It's not like anybody actually keeps their first major anyways.

September 27th, Tuesday: I had a conversation with a co-worker the other day. He asked me what I liked to to in my free time. "I just like to hang out. Play some instruments, listen to music. I'm a pretty chill person."
"I'm the same way man. But don't you ever go out and party? You know, get some drinks and stuff?"
"Naw man I don't really party."
"I'm sure you still find a way to get some drinks though."
"Man, even if I wanted to drink I wouldn't do it with friends. I've seen some of my friends drink, and they'll be like, half a drink in and acting like a mental person. If I wanted to hang out with a bunch of retards I would, but I don't. All these kids think they're just having a good time and laughing, and they might be, but they're making themselves look stupid. It's different if you're going to chill out with a few and watch a movie or a football game, but you're jumping from party to party, driving around, trying to hide it in a water bottle even though you can smell it on yourself? Kids these days man. Kids these days."