My chosen occupation is hermit, and I honestly don’t give a damn. Why would I care about the judgment of someone who I deem contemptible? Unfortunately, my lif

My chosen occupation is hermit, and I honestly don’t give a damn. Why would I care about the judgment of someone who I deem contemptible? Unfortunately, my life since my schooldays has only exacerbated my cynicism - I have yet to encounter a competent medic, a lawyer whose work I didn’t have to check and correct, tradespeople who know the first thing about their erstwhile craft, or a business leader I didn’t run rings around. When I see people who I knew on television talking about the glorious future for their party and the country, and recall their proclivities for self-aggrandisement and shameless dishonesty, my toes curl. When I do encounter competent and able people, they are invariably being used by someone with more Machiavellian tendencies than themselves. The world is almost entirely run by blowhards - not the most competent or qualified people, yet those who shout the loudest. So I am a hermit. My world is 20 hectares of woodland and endless projects, where I am well away from the ship of fools, and have scarce dependence on the competence of others.