Over the past few years I've become sort of an introvert. A little antisocial, I guess. If it weren't for my kid and the handful of family I have left, I could spend months by myself, locked in isolation, with just the books, my art, and my writing. I don't get lonely, don't desire the company of others. Use to frequent a pub and gab with the regulars, but it closed. Use to chase the ladies, but I think I've grown out of that. Just too much work, too much distraction.
I like talking to all you awesome, intelligent cats, sure...but this is too close to writing to feel really 'social'. Maybe if there were more literate folks like you guys where I live, maybe I'd get out more. But I doubt it.
Might sound a little depressing, but it's not. I'm actually in a 'good place', mentally. I spent my youth running around crazy, living it up, with all sorts of nut jobs and lunatics; now I avoid all that crazy junk. I'm completely focused on my writing (like I should have been when I was a young punk).
Oh, and I like it when my Life cereal gets soggy.