All my life I have tried to treat people the same way they treated me. At some point I stopped imposing my company on my friends and relatives, which led to almost complete isolation from society. I see my best friend three or four times a year, and this has become the norm. I see my parents no more than five to ten times a year. If I didn’t have my own family, I would probably forget how to talk. I don’t even know if this is good or bad. I don’t experience a lack of communication and I don’t miss them much. I guess I’ll figure it out when something bad or good happens and I need to share it with someone. It’s just sad that life goes by day after day, nothing joyful or new, the same thing, and I have less and less strength and health every day.