I used to think something was wrong with me bcuz I didn't fit in, but then I found beer and wine and alcohol..this was at 13...in my foster homeS. My family consisted of my Dad and his mom, my Gram and his dad, my Gpa. I lived there mostly from 2 until 12. Had to go0 cuz Gram had a bad ticker, just too hard on her raising a kid. Dad drove a truck over the Front Range. Anyway, displaced & open to things I guess, I found beer/Mad Dog 20/20 & Boone's Farm made me confident and talkative. Ram away alot, so no home had a chance to hurt me til the last one. My point is, then it was I was thinking I was supposed to "Get out there and socialize". Now, as my therapist says, If I don't like to, well then, I don't have to. Some people are just fine staying home, or being by themselves. If, at my "Advanced Age" of 56 as the SS Judge called it I want to be a homebody....SO BE IT!!!