I like to think of myself as a rather shallow thinker. I like to think about things and then mess up the explaination as to what they are about. Not as if you haven't noticed that dear reader.

I rather like to have ideas, and then seemingly, I get bored of explaining myself and quickly move onto the next one before anyone notices. It's not that I'm scatter brained, honest. I'm thinking about things five or six steps ahead, without thinking about what those steps are. You wouldn't have guessed that I've studied Philosophy for six years.

I'm easily distracted and do my best thinking when I've got no distractions. No TV, DVDs, music or such nonsense, just me, a piece of paper (or laptop) and some time. I always end up coming up with all sorts of nonsense.

My idea of the perfect world would be to find somewhere comfortable, just me, my books, and my laptop and to quite happily spend time arguing with myself (and my books). I've haven't quite figured out how to add living in Disney World (and boy, wouldn't that he a rather large distraction), but maybe that should be the first thing I think about...

The title of this post comes from a quote from Doctor Who, to explain when the Doctor has friends when he says that he is a hermit. And funnily enough, I quite like the idea of it.

One thing I've noticed since I've started writing this blog, is that my friends who read it, feel that they have less to talk to me about when they see me. They read the quick hits posts and they know exactly what I've been up to. But that isn't the only reason for phoning friends.

Firstly, I want to know what they are up to. But more importantly than that, I simply want to listen to their voices. When you speak to a friend that you haven't spoken to for a while, you spend the first half hour or so catching up with each other. Then comes the best bit, when you speak to them about absolutely anything and everything.

You renew the connection with your friends. I spent a bit of last night talking to a friend of mine who shares with me the same sense of humour (A special prize if you can guess who it was). After the awkward first part of the conversation, it was back to normal, sharing really bad jokes. We also managed to kill the Swedish Chemist Shop joke, again.

Maybe that is the secret of living in solitude. Every so often sticking your head up and catching up with people. Giving you a good reason go back.

Bye for now