I'm not happy, never have been, and couldn't ever imagine being happy even under different circumstances.
I don't like most things in life...my special interests are primal (women, food) as well as 20th century music. I've got really into TV shows before...where it was like, I felt like I was in the show...but once you've seen every episode from beginning to end, it's over...and there are only so many TV shows that interest me.
I watch sports, but I don't love sports to the extent of other guys where they live, eat and breathe it.
There's pretty much no activity I'd enjoy outside, unless it involves going out to eat at a restaurant. Being outside for me, unless I'm in a beautiful, rural like area (which is rare around the part of the country I live) is pointless. I don't enjoy any outdoor activities or groups or anything.
Yet, being inside the house, you're stuck with yourself and your thoughts and while it's better than dealing with outside crap (NT sellouts, crowds, drama and the like) it can get taxing as an Aspie with obsessive thinking patterns and also depression.
I could fake having other interests, and have tried...but it didn't feel right.
I simply don't like life. Even if some genie came to me right now and I had the power to have whatever I wanted...I would just have a similar minded cynical girlfriend that was attractive to me and loved sex and we'd live in the country somewhere away from everything in some Zelda Ocarina Of Time looking place. There's no dream job I have, no interests, no ambitions, other than to count down the days until life is over.
Don't worry...this isn't a suicide thread...it would take something beyond belief (like finding out my family are all actors and I'm part of some Truman Show like existence) for me to ever take my life. But I do hate life, and don't see the point of it, and don't have anything I'd like to achieve other than sex with women, and even that I've pretty much given up on since I realize it's a fantasy and nothing else.