I knew since I was 13 that I didn't need people in my life . .
I can fairly confidently say that I'm relatively above average intelligence. The typical, introverted computer 1337 h4x04 . . but also a great improviser at just about any skill you could think of . . and fit, good-looking human being.
I'm just really really Great. I don't litter, I don't vandalize the streets, I don't go around robbing people . . I give the seats to old ladies while in the bus. .
But the truth remains that I am absolutely Incapable of making friends and maintaining relations. I've gone weeks with no significant human contact, which includes online conversations, etc. And I've survived, I haven't beaten myself up, I have not cried. No sympathy for those who do not like me.
My life is just Great, there really isn't anything else I could add. I go out every day on my bike, live on the street for the most part . . have no problems blending in with the crowds. I do not actually Have social anxiety.
But I will never be able to relate to people. Too many manners to be learned . . too much acting , too much performance . . too much drama. And yet I've gotten over the Shame. Should I be ashamed?