I’ve been having exactly this thought myself. I’m approaching 50 and keep thinking how nice it would be to find a job that involved minimal contact with people, and to stick at it for the rest of my life. It’s not that I hate people. I don’t. It’s just that people don’t make me happy. I don’t enjoy socialising, and usually feel worse, not better, after I have done so. I’m generally pretty good at it, funnily enough. I wasn’t when I was young, but as I’ve got older I’ve kind of mastered the art. I can make people laugh, and I know how to sustain a good conversation. I just can’t be bothered. Plus, I feel exhausted afterwards.
The main problem, I think, is that I’m an introvert. People exhaust me. I don’t crave or need much social interaction, and I’m always relieved when things are cancelled. Tbh, I don’t think I have ever looked forward to anything that involves other people. Another problem is the U.K. It’s so unbearably overcrowded that I’m sick to death of people by the end of the week. I also have zero tolerance for people I don’t like. Some people seem able to endure the company of almost anyone. They’ll just shrug and say “oh, sure, we all know X is arrogant and rude and self-centred…but hey, that’s just X.” I’m not like that. If I don’t like someone, I can’t bear being near them.
There are good people out there. And it would be great to meet, say, Stephen Fry for a coffee one morning, Unfortunately, they’re a minority. Most people are competitive, boring or self-centred. I have a lot of sympathy for people, and I feel very sorry for them, but I just can’t be bothered making conversation with them. In general, they make me feel shit about myself as well. The other weird thing I’ve noticed is that horrible, narcissistic people seem to worm their way into your life no matter how you resist. It’s bizarre. My sister said this to me last week. She said she went for a coffee with a couple of neighbours and sat there thinking “how did I end up here? I can’t stand either of you. You’re both nosy, gossipy, spiteful, jealous and boring. Yet somehow, yet again, you’ve managed to get me socialising with you. Whereas I never see the people I really like.”
If I had to list the things that truly make me happy, they would be
Books
Learning new things
Art
Creativity
Silence
Space
Natural light
Nature
Dogs
Sharing those things with people I genuinely like would be great. But I’d much rather be on my own than be with the vast majority of people I know. Most people just aren’t worth the effort.