Just wondering.
When I'm alone for any significant length of time, I pine for company and social activity. Loneliness sucks any joy in life that there might be for me right out; I can't remember the last time I was so passionate about something that, if I could focus on it, I wouldn't mind being alone. It's depressing. The isolation exhausts me during the day and keeps me up at night (or, if not the loneliness, then the existential dread that comes with it).
Here is the paradox or the inherent contradiction or whatever: I hate socializing. Here is why.
- I can't relate to anyone. Not even people on the spectrum, honestly.
- Even when I find common ground with another person, and even when I'm given the opportunity to communicate, I just completely lose the will to do so.
- Small talk kills me. I'm not really a self-absorbed person, but if I have to pretend to care about what you're saying, then I feel dishonest and fake, which stresses me out.
- I also can't have any oral discussions of any significant depth; it just overwhelms me. I'm a pretty deep thinker, but it only shows up in my writing. In retrospect, I think this is also why I never got anywhere with my last shrink.
- I feel like I'm constantly on the defensive. Whenever people are nice to me at school, I ruminate over the ulterior motives they might have for talking to me--are they looking down on me, or are they making fun of me, or is there something they want from me? So I speak briefly, in monotone, with no emotion, in order to avoid exposing myself, which pushes people away by showing them I don't want to talk. It's not like I can stop doing this, either; it's not a conscious decision for me.
- It just takes so much energy for me to speak.
Does that make sense? Being alone is depressing to me. Being with other people makes me anxious--because I just don't operate in social environments comfortably, although I wish I could--and depressed because I always fail. Plus, I always feel like I'm in an unwinnable battle with my own nature by struggling with this. Was I born to be unhappy?