I have been trying all my life to connect and I have only a minimal connection left with one of my two children. I never had any real friends, I can't get along with coworkers, and my own mother rejected me! I have thought about this a lot. I am a very kind and decent person, and I volunteer my time and resources to help those who are "less fortunate" than I am. I think I am better adjusted and more realistic than other people. I'm honest and real. I'm tired of the social pressure to have a significant other and a few close friends. I have acquaintances that rarely last more than a few months. I usually get just as tired of them as they do of me--maybe more so. I'm tired of being rejected by people I don't really want to be around to start with. When can I say I've given it my best shot and it just didn't work out? I enjoy my own company and I have hobbies to keep me busy. I daydream sometimes about taking a 3 day hike into the forest and coming out to find that everyone in the world has disappeared--all just gone without any signs of trauma. I like expanding on this line of thinking. I think about how I would survive. I think I'd be fine.