the Hermit. It is apparently my season ticket under the old occult vishetsläran tarot. This is according to a friend who reads the tarot, and who in January predicted the my 2019.
So sad, I think to myself as I read about the card that is represented by ”the filosofiske wise man whose universal principle is to listen inwards, to supplement what is missing and take time for yourself in the stillness”.
the same evening, and goes on a minglig party, though I don't at all have any desire. I am a social person, not hermit.
But then months and something happens. I say ' no ' to party after party, spending more and more weekend evenings at home and going on that I really like to spend time with myself. Sometimes it goes days without I barely hit a man and it's immediately me not. And when I scroll on Instagram and see the videos from the parties I miss, and realize how happy I am that I am not there, I understand that the hermit seriously has me in its violence. I have been a osocial, sad man steeped in JOMO, Joy of missing out, – the opposite of the much talked about FOMO, Fear of missing out.
also along my transformation into a hermit. When I no longer socialising as much as in the past, I must protect the time and when I do it. And the people I meet. For when I save on my social I have more to give them. And I see them actually on a little different way than in the past. With more presence and compassion – apparently, it is significant for the hermit.
So very sad is it not to be a hermit anyway. Also, it was just a annual pass my tarotvän drug. Not a livskort. And my life as a hermit is, of course, soon as already in the first half.
Sofia Edgren is a reporter at the DN Stockholm. When she is on the social mood goes she is one of Södermalm's all våriga uteloppisar. More for the atmosphere than shopping. Read also her chronicle of höstångest that is replaced with the klimatångest.