I just finished reading The Stranger in the Woods by Michael Finkel and I can’t get it out of my head. It’s nonfiction-the true story of a man who lived alone in the woods for over 25 years. This man’s story resonated with me so much more than I thought it would.
I love the outdoors-hiking, bird watching, being alone in nature. But what really connected with me was how Knight, the man in the woods, cut himself off from society and wanted nothing at all to do with anyone else.
I get it. I’m not a recluse and I’m not trying to say that I hate people. But I’m selective with who I socialize with, and I need plenty of time to myself. Having too many social commitments puts me on edge. So as I read, I could easily see myself becoming like Knight. Not a hermit living in a homemade tent, per se. But it’s long been a dream of mine to buy a house in the woods somewhere. To not have to leave the house for work everyday would be amazing.
Then I start to worry if I would become a recluse after all. But deep down I know I need social connection, even if it less than a lot of people want on a regular basis.
I guess what I”m trying to say is that this book spoke to me and made me see this side of myself. I don’t feel so alone knowing that there are others who go way further than me with their distaste for constant noise and chit chat. I do love being around people, I just have shorter limits than a lot of people I know. And this book made me realize that it’s okay for me to feel this way and that I’m not the only person in the world who does.