answer:“It is far better to be alone, than to be in bad company” – George Washington Even when I was young, I noticed that I was always the friend-of-last-resort. Whenever there was nothing better to do and no one better to hang out with, I was the one who picked up the slack and could be relied on to be there. See, thing is, I don’t do small talk. I’m not a fun person to talk to. Most people who know me say I am interesting, intelligent, an excellent conversationalist… but difficult. I don’t have a volume button or an off switch. I’m always at full intensity. I’ve always been like that. My own parents told me they didn’t like me and wouldn’t want to even talk to me if I wasn’t their son. (It’s been five or six years since the last time I spoke to my father, and he may even be dead; no one in my family would care enough to track me down and tell me.) Since I have no interest in fun, I realized many years ago that my choices were either to learn how to tolerate my own company and live with solitude, or to spend the rest of my life pretending to be something I’m not in a desperate attempt to surround myself with people too stupid to see the real me, and who would reject me if they did. I decided that I could live with loneliness much easier than I could live with hypocrisy and chose a life alone. I have never regretted it. In my opinion, you’ve made the right choice as long as you’re strong enough to bear the isolation.