Much too relatable.

Honestly though, I think my problem is more that I BELIEVE I have a boring life and no interesting hobbies, which feeds my depression, which in turn, makes those things more palatable as I start to lose passion in life and hobbies to the depression.

There will always be others who share your lifestyle and interests, as it's near impossible to not have anything in common with the billions of folk out there and if no one was really into what you're into, those things would simply not exist.

Difficult and trying it may be, I have to keep telling myself like a mantra, to just be fully who I am and accept/express the interests and life I do have, to the best of my ability. In spite of my "incredibly awkward social style" as I prefer to call my lack of social finesse.