Indeed. I'm what you'd call a lonely person (partially by choice), and although I have a few friends I rarely go out. But you know what? I don't miss partying every weekend, and I don't miss going on dates (I should). Every time I force myself to be in a social setting now, I just feel like an outcast, someone who doesn't belong. This Saturday I went to a 'party' at my best friend's house and although I didn't have a terrible time, I spent most of it on my phone browsing HairLossTalk. My friends are great and all, but they can't possibly understand what I'm going through. Therefore I just prefer being in my own company (and of course my dog), listening to music, doing art, browsing forums... The weird thing is that I don't even feel like I'm missing out on life anymore. Sure, if I had my hair things would be different, but I have almost 'accepted' my fate and I'm left with this "I don't give a f***"-attitude. I believe it takes a person who is strong mentally to survive, and even like, a life in loneliness. There are days where I don't talk to anyone (besides on this forum), and I think that would make many people go crazy.
In this forum, we are lonely together
This forum is kind of addicting and I too spend a bit too much time here, even more so since the new year's. I relate it to several factors on my part: laziness, depression, low self-esteem, addiction, ... lol.
I've actually been posting on forums for decades, since the late 1990s, on topics covering video games, politics, pro sports, nutrition and fitness, movies, and now hair. It's not great, and I wish I had a life. I do make an effort to get a life, but it can be so difficult to achieve, and every time I move I have to start over, to get friends from scratch, etc. it sucks.
I definitely feel like I'm missing out on life. I'm 33, and standard social conversation among my peers is discussion about babies. Sometimes I go to house parties, and it might be 6 or 7 couples and then me, I'll be the odd person, it sucks. I visited relatives last week, both married, to attractive women, with kids and they're building a home. I'm excluded from the world, and from normalcy.
All of this to say, it is good to get some reality, some red pill, and to see the truth which prevents me from engaging in self-destructive behaviour. However, it may also hurt to indulge too much in it.