Social A's: I Am A Hermit And Is That Okay?
I am kind of a hermit. I didn't use to be. Anyway, I don't have any friends where I was transferred to three years ago (which is a pretty urban, cosmopolitan place, as long as you stay well within the city limits), unless you consider the Internet a land mass, nor do I feel like meeting or dating anybody or even having much sex even though I am gay and have quite an active libido. I am quite old, but I am fine with that too, much finer than I was with being young, in fact. Nonetheless, I'm conflicted about the fact that I think I'm fine with not having any friends, a mate or even anonymous sex, because I think that's weird or maybe I think that other people think that's weird. Does the fact that I occasionally think I am weird about this actually mean I'm weird about this, or am I just giving into the societal pressure exerted on me by my non-existent peer group and I'm really fine with it? Did I just answer my own question? Maybe I think I'm weird because at heart I know I'm damaged goods, and I just don't feel like discussing that 2 to 3 times per week, via Manhunt or in the Local Volleyball League? But what's wrong with that?
Yours Truly,
Bewildered (Or Not)?
Dear Bewildered,
My first thought on reading your question was, "Live however you want. Who am I to tell you how to live?" But this is not a tenable stance for an advice columnist to take, I guess.
And that is what I am: an advice columnist. Not a therapist. So I wish you had saved the whole 'you have to read between the lines and figure out my real problem because I won't actually come out and say I have one, I'm fine with how I am' schtick for your therapist! He gets to sit there and ask leading questions and draw you out, and also he gets paid. Sussing out the subtext of a question like this is above my pay grade (an expression Alex Balk taught me, perhaps not surprisingly).
So I am just going to be super literal and answer the question that you supposedly want an answer to, which is "What's wrong with [being a hermit with Internet friends and no 'real' ones]?"
There are two possible answers to this question and they are both kind of stupid.
Answer one is: "It is both illogical and pathetically old-fashioned to privilege meatspace socializing over online friendships. The attitude that things that happen online don't 'really' happen isn't just passe, it's dangerous, because it leads people live by different rules in this world that they merely imagine to be imaginary. Better that we all acknowledge the Internet as, for all intents, a real
place. The reason you don't miss having a social life is because you *do* have one — it just takes place on the Internet. Nothing wrong with that. Carry on."
Answer two is, "Unplug yourself from the fakely controllable world that you are using as a substitute for the much scarier vagaries of social contact in the physical world. Certainly in-person interaction
is full of potential for humiliation and rejection and worst of all BOREDOM, but it is only via live, face to face human interaction that you can find the kind of connection with another human being that's
the only thing that makes our lives meaningful. Seriously, think about it: will the people who you "know" and "talk to" online miss you when you die? I don't think they will, because what memories of you will they cherish? This is what they'll remember when they think about you: the experience of looking at a screen and typing. And, you know, that memory might get jumbled up with some four million other memories of that same experience. They won't be able to recall your inflection as you said a specific thing, the expression on your face or the way you walked or laughed, and so they won't even be *able* to remember you. If that sounds okay, carry on."
Both answers are stupid, Bewildered, but they're also kind of both right.
Bonus third answer! Your mileage, as they say, may vary. I put your question to a friend who had experienced a long hermit-ish period that he is still shaking off. He thought about it for a minute. He takes more time to collect his thoughts than most people do, he looks down and lets a silence build while he actually thinks about what you said, then looks up with this endearing serious crease between his eyebrows.
Anyway, what he eventually said was, "He should start going to a church. It doesn't matter what church. It doesn't matter if he believes in it at all. A lot of the people who go don't."
Previously:
· I Can't Invite My Friends Over As I Have No Drugs
· However Do You Integrate Terrible Events With Your Online World?











Strangely the answer that popped in my head was, "Start going to the gym." My reasoning was similar to that of the Gouldfriend.
Are you and Gouldfriend moms?
Hermit. If you like volleyball, then join the Local Volleyball League and don't talk about this two or three or one time(s) per week.
I suggest Bolivian Marching Powder.
How can a "hermit" have an "active libido"?
Oh…
Yeah there's that. (Take it from a fool who knows)
How coy of Nick Denton to ask you for advice on his love life, Emily.
Good call. I can so see Denton dismissively referring to New York as "a pretty urban, cosmopolitan place, as long as you stay well within the city limits"
North of 22nd street, it's practically rural Nebraska.
Heh um. Be less stupid, guys.
I thought that was y'awl's* job! I reserve the right to be as stupid in the comments as I wanna be.
*see? Stupid puns!
I'm a hermit too! And I'm evidently okay with it or I would change my life. I go years between boyfriends/hook ups and evidently I'm okay with that too or I'd change it. But I too "compare and despair" when others are going out and about and I'm reading classic fantasy novels and putting the lights out at 9:03 p.m.
But I kind of like that! I like getting a good night's sleep!
The Internet has not undone 10,000,000 years of evolution. Yet. (see related story on biohacking).
"He looks down and lets a silence build while he actually thinks about what you said…"
Freak.
Dear Bewildered,
One of the great joys of a social life with flesh-and-blood people is having so much less time on your hands to ponder circuitously whether or not you are in fact hermit-y, weird, damaged goods, or conflicted.
Dear Emmy, Dear Emmy …
My feet are too long
My hair's falling out and my rights are all wrong
My friends they all tell me that I've no friends at all
Won't you write me a letter, Won't you give me a call
Signed Bewildered
Bewildered, Bewildered…
You have no complaint
You are what your are and you ain't what you ain't
So listen up Buster, and listen up good
Stop wishing for bad luck and knocking on wood
signed….unhappy
unhappy unhappy
you have no complaints
you are what you are and you ain't what you ain't
so listen up buster and listen up good
stop wishing for bad luck and knocking on wood
the world would be a better place if more people knew the lyrics to John Prine songs.
I don't see anything wrong with being a homebody, but I think Emily is right in that you should have a Real Life friend/neighbor who can come by, impose on you for an occasional cup of sugar and make sure you're not dead in your apartment while your cat makes a feast of your face.
The "weirdness" you feel is really loneliness you don't want to CALL loneliness because that reaffirms "I am a loser… a lonely loser."
If it makes you feel a little better, I am with you on the live-in mate thing but FTLOG treat yourself to the occasional "Craigslist M4M: No talking just come suck me in a dark room" kinda of anonymous sex to give your hand a break.
Well, Sims 3 is coming out in a few weeks, so maybe that will help?
The Church idea isn't a bad one as long as he sticks to the innocuous ones like the Unitarians. I'm a bit hermetic myself, but not so lonely I want to be "love bombed" by Moonies or attend "Non Denominational" Bible Study Groups.
You never know: maybe the local chapter of Love and Sex Addicts Anonymous meets at the Unitarian Church. Here in SF, LSAA has a strong gay contingent, and the one fella I knew who went said that hookups were, if not part of the meeting proper, definitely transacted after it.
My roommate in SF swore the best drugs were to be found at the NA meetings over by Duboce Park.
O hell yes. I know the church you're talking about by the park. That same friend of mine went to an AA meeting there.
Bewildered (Or Not)? is like me from the future.
I liked the solutions.
emily: dear dottie :: cary tennis : ?????
Read this book: http://www.hermitary.com/bookreviews/storr.html
Emily, this column is easily the best thing I'm reading on the internets these days.
Just stay away from explosives.
A good way to meet people and mingle is to go to every public meeting held, demand to speak, and lodge various civic complaints.
I am in fact always saying, I don't want to look back on my life and remember it as that great time I had in front of a screen.