hermit....

increasingly i feel that the hermit lifestyle is calling to me....now i just need to find somewhere in the middle of no where.  it's somewhat of a challege to be a hermit in a flat in the centre of a very small town, why is it i now have the 'cheers' soundtrack starting in my head?!  frightening, possibly even more frightening than having to face people at the moment...
people frighten me, i like them at a distance, well maybe only if they are attractive and amusing (i'm thinking sue perkins although i wouldn't say no to stephen fry or sir robert winston....)
ok, i should explain the stephen fry and sir robert winston comment.  i believe a marriage to them would be as close to perfect dammit.  both are hugely engaging in a very intense and hugely intelligent way, i would always have great bedroom conversation and in the case of stephen fry, both of us would encourage the other to cheat....in my head probably the only way i could survive in a marriage to a man...plus i can tell you in the case of robert winston, when i saw him at the cheltenham science festival thank god the tent was in the way else i would have jumped him.  in that case it was a lucky escape for the both of us (and saved me from notoriety and potential arrest, neither of which are particularly condusive to being a hermit) especially given that i had just had a long and very public argument with a leading dr from the maudsley hospital in london on his frankly cultish faith in CBT in relation to the treatment of OCD....CBT being what prozac was to the psychiatric community in the early 90's...psychiatry lives on blind faith (and plenty of money to heat their swimming pools) and given the suspicious circumstances that they produce their statistics on CBT (only the people who fully cmplete the 'course' of CBT are included in the statistics, only the people who are deemed as highly likely to be a sucess story are allowed to finish the course of CBT treatment)...suspicious i think....maybe i'm just a cynical and nasty little borderline.....i'll let my other parts of self be the judge of that i think.
anyway, so back to the hermit idea.  i rather fancy a tree house, i don't really know why i have such a fixation with a treehouse but i think it's probably a more bohemian slant of the idea of a castle with a moat and drawbridge.  that and i can have a postal address of a treehouse which has to be every child's dream and lets face it, my inner child is in charge most of the time.
ah dreams, surely the only plus side of being an adult is that you can actually achieve the dreams you had as a child, some dream of fame and fortune, me i dream of living half way up a tree and permanently confusing royal mail....