This was me, before I got married. I moved from Ireland to England to study, and took the chance to cut all ties because the alternative scene back home was pretty toxic. I was admittedly a bit of an asshole then, too - I was popular because of the band I was in, but I had some really good friends who were genuinely good people and I cherished that... But social politics being as they are, it was still difficult because there was still a lot of overlap with people I really didn't want knowing my business. The same as any scene, really.

Once in England, I tried to mingle through a few groups, etc but nothing and nobody really clicked with me - partially because of cultural differences. Then I met my wife by pure chance online (it wasn't a dating site, etc - when I say pure chance, we really weren't looking for each other). It was long distance and nothing really happened until we met, but we spoke all day, every day and I just stopped bothering trying to meet new people. So for 4 years I just stayed in, spoke to my then-not-wife, made music, studied, watched anime and played video games. It was fucking great craic. Then once I finished university, we moved in together, got married and had a beautiful, albeit fucking mental, daughter. We'll have been together 10 years in 2023 - as they say, "time flies..."

I still miss the guys back home, and having people to sit on a couch and nerd out with (the wife isn't a gamer), but I'll be 35 soon, so I guess that's behind me now. Oh well.

Anyway, I guess the point of my post is to offer some perspective as to why someone might not have any friends and spend a lot of time alone. Making friends can be difficult, regardless of what point you're at in life, and sometimes when we're alone, we're not actually alone, so it's not that weird.