Diary of the modern hermit - 2/2/2022

Photo above is not mine. I give credit to Unsplash.

It was on Wednesday that she started to chronicle her life, in the hope of finding something recurrent with how she lives her life.

The usual of the ordinary times. Wakes up at not so early in the morning. Instead of continuing with the laundry she told herself to do the first thing in the morning, she instead went straight to her laptop and continued with whatever tasks she has had the previous day.

What a morning, she thought.  I thought I will be having my exercise in doing house chores but here I go, just doing my sedentary job.

Perhaps, she wanted to do a lot more, but so many things are just pulling her back from her plans.

But what plans were those? Ah, she isn’t sure.

One set of plan is doing well in house chores and wish of resigning from regular job. But ney, she can’t do that. She has to respect so many things. And people.

Anyhow, she does well during this pandemic. She fares well during this pandemic.

She thinks about summer and books and summer again but then she does play mobile games a lot. But only those mindless games, actually.

What were her thoughts this day?

Well, a young politician just recently passed away. No, he isn’t that young. He’s already past half-century old. But with his brilliant mind, he can do a lot more. It hit her how unprepared she feels.

She had no inclination for political things but then she also isn’t somebody who can just sit idle and do nothing for the society. She thinks how deeply she has been just dependent on the elders of her community.

Though it shouldn’t be a big deal, the death of that politician, but men, she was so deeply affected. She mourned for him. No, she is still mourning. How could one so young, so brilliant, and so humanistic just disappear and say goodbye to political life.

It’s a big lesson for her to also start taking a stand to what she feels is right for the community, for the society. At least she should consider, what if years pass and the youth will now rely on them. They will be, or are already the elders of today’s time and she should be getting matured and learned, bonus is being educated.

Now we go to this hermit’s activity for the night. Apparently, she has been creating too many SNS accounts that she had to delete the others and stick to only one. She has to save though all the data before finally deleting the accounts. And she’s here sitting her ass, painstakingly saving everything even those mundane photos she treasures so much.

Save she goes and on and on and on…

She's interrupted by children wanting to sleep, wanting her to o lullabye them. Wanting her to get them snacks, whatever.

She allows herself to be interrupted. Whatever she's doing on her device will either be left for the night or be attended to again the next few hours.

Few hours before midnight, she rushes to plan what to do next. In the next hours, tomorrow. But she's slumped to the side of the room, playing a particular mindless game. While she lullabyes her children to sleep. Rather, while she rushes them to sleep. How mindless she really is.

She wishes forever to get a good night's sleep but she's on the roll to owl herself. The kids are asleep and she thinks of many things to do but then she is just not doing anything.

Maybe she is doing something. This very thing, typing about her thought and how she puts her description to words. It is quite messy, I say. But still, a good start to have a diary. An open diary at that.

I guess this is her version of the modern hermit. Being with herself. Being with others but with herself at the same time.

For the morrow let us see what she writes next.