The lure of the hermit

I haven't been feeling well over the past couple of weeks, and my mind hasn't been in the right state for writing. It has been in the right state for thinking though, and lately my thoughts have been centered around what it would be like to become a hermit.
I've always liked the hermit characters in movies and books. They have a mystery and a strength to them that seems to come from their ability to live with no one but themselves and God. I often am jealous that I do not have the ingenuity to live off small odd jobs and the land, away from society and the difficulty of relationships with humans. I imagine there would be a wonderful freedom that came with not having to keep a steady job and maintain society's views on what "normal" or "acceptable" are.
Coming in second to life as a hermit is live as a nun. Nuns get to help people without worrying that they don't have enough money to cover their rent or car payment; they simply make their living by serving God, the church, and their community. And who looks down on a nun for not being married or having children? No one.
It is usually at this point when I encounter a few problems. First off, I am not Catholic, so the nun thing is completely out of the question. I've been to some Catholic services, and I just can't agree that the Pope is infallible...he's just a man. This always makes me try to come up with a way to start an organization of Protestants and Evangelicals who would like to begin some convents and monk houses (or whatever the right term is).  The plan begins to form in my mind, but ends when I realize how much time it would take, and I remember that I need to pay more attention to a career that will help me pay my rent.
So it comes back to hermit-ville. I spent a few minutes looking up the word hermit on Google and Wikipedia, and it turns out that modern hermits do not fit in with my rustic, dirty, animal skin wearing hermit ideal. It would appear that modern hermits live in country and city, and are often connected to others both online and in person. It was not a pleasant thing for me to realize.
See, my romantacized view of the hermit's life had men and women becoming hermits because life had given them a raw deal; someone had hurt my hermits, their families had all died and left them alone, or their manners and behaviors were against the norm and they and to flee from the people around them. My sweet misunderstood hermits learned to live close with nature, kill animals humanely, and have a wize view of the world God made. Sadly, todays hermits are simply people who choose a life of solitude for "spiritual reasons." They even connect through a newsletter. Hermits with a newsletter...what is this world coming to! And they have regular jobs as well. Boo.
If being a hermit no longer involves learning how to skin and cook a squirrel I just don't want to be a part of it. So despite practicing for the long haul by isolating myself as best I could while living with two sisters, having friends and family that still contact me despite my selfish ignoring of them, and sleeping for very long hours, I have realized that the hermit's life is not for me. I will never have long, curly hair that is terribly tangled and kept out of my face by a rope made from weeds while I prepare a deer for drying before winter. Maybe I'll take up fishing instead.
In the meantime, my familial relationships are getting a lot better, and it seems that people are wanting to help me despite my efforts at being a loveless and lazy slob. I am realizing that though I am incapable of taking care of myself, I am not a waste of time; I am just human.