A very good thread. A lot of the stuff said here resonates with me; especially the part about people who talk about themselves. I don't really like talking about myself, and I'd prefer topics of interest (other than sports) when I meet someone. I also like talking about other people, as long as they are thoughtful and able to relate themselves to our conversation.
I was an only child, and learned early how to keep myself occupied. Growing up, I never really cared for the politics, and looking back, I can see why a lot of the other kids saw me as an easy target. I was too comfortable outside the herd, and not quite extroverted enough to pull people toward me. I liked to wander around, explore stuff. I wasn't shy really, but nor was I reliant on others. I was a loner when it was easier to be alone.
When the teenage years came, I found myself like most kids -- struggling to fit in -- because at that point, it was no longer an option. If you were a loner in HS, you started to miss out on things. So I formed a small group of friends and made a lot of acquaintances, and for the most part was included in sports and parties, drugs and dating. I was a good looking kid, and I think people liked having me around.
After I discovered ecstasy and other hard drugs, I had a bit of a meltdown at 20. I became severely depersonalized and withdrawn. I started to gain weight and my hairline started receding early. I grew insecure about these things, and it was a while before I could screw my head back on. Somehow during that time, I found a girlfriend and we ran off to College together.
In College, I found a group of really nerdy friends 1st year and got excellent marks, but by 2nd year we had gone our separate ways and I found myself alone. I broke up with my girlfriend, I quit my DJ'ing and waiter jobs, and went to live with a family friend. It was during this time when I felt I really started to recover from my poly-drug use and get my life together. By 3rd year of College I was back in great shape, had some education and was ready to tackle the world.
Fast-forward 5 years and I'm back at school (A good University this time) and I'm currently playing sports and partying with those same old HS friends on the weekends. My girlfriend of 4 years takes care of the bills, and I have my needs taken care of. I'm able to pursue interests and keep active.. but over the past few years I've had a growing feeling of discontent.
A part of me is always crying out to really connect with someone. Every day I wish I was in love. Every day I look for someone to hopelessly devote myself to. I want to have kids and get a real job, and come home to a family I love more than anything, instead of a girlfriend/sugarmomma who loves me. That's the thing about an introvert. It's not supposed to be about me.