How to become a recluse

So I was at the mall today getting my hair cut for no other reason then I wanted anyone to like the way head looks and I realized what a sad state of affairs people are in. I don' t want this blog to be a criticism of society, but its hard not to criticize. People at malls just look pathetic, big hoop earrings and bad posture. Same overpriced crap clothes that some no talent celebrity paid their yatch off to endorse. That thug look where you kinda look like your from the poor ghetto and kinda look like your body shrunk four sizes beneath your "threads". I looked today, I actually went in a store and looked, and those clothes are not cheap. If your poor, you don't buy $90 jeans, you don't own an Ipod, and you certainly don't have anything in gold, but I regress...
Well, it all got me thinking...wouldn't it be nice to just cut myself off from society...to never have to see this catastrophe again. I understand that what everyone else does is their business and is fine, but I would love to never have to think these thoughts over.,,move from the smog into fresh oxygen... Recluse... a person who shuts themselves off from society. The most famous of recluses is probably J.D. Salinger. He lives in a house in New Hampshire and never leaves, has groceries delivered and apparently sees no one. How does one get to that extreme? It must start somewhere, right, it must be like "hey, people kinda suck", then "well, I can't change them, so I'll just stay away from them", then "hey, loneliness isn't actually so bad once you get use to it". It must be a personal battle to reject the crowd, afterall we are social beings. I wonder if he watches television...I would assume not because he would only see them same things he shunned away from, so what does he do all day? I know that besides his most famous novel, "The Catcher in the Rye", he wrote many short stories such as "A Great Day for Banana Fish". Most of these stories just kinda start in the middle of something and end with no explanation of where the story started or what happens. If I were a recluse, I would want to grow all my own food too, have a big garden with a little house and no use for money...Transcendentalism...getting back to nature. I don't know, I wish I could not think like this, but then I am afraid I would be like my hairdresser today, when confronted with a balloon and gift for Valentine's Day said, with her hand on her hip, "What, no roses!"