I'm pretty much a loner at this point in my life. I use to think my isolation was caused by my lack of social skills. But I've come to realize my instinctive flight to be alone is a gag reflex to a stinking culture. I now view myself as a dying breed. And I feel I'm surrounded by vultures, whom either want to eat me alive or convert me into a scavenger like them.
Over the last year I've been invited several times by co-workers to join in their feeding frenzies. These scavenger hunts usually involve ingesting as many narcotics as possible, consuming barrels of hard liquor and finding stray bitches to corpse hump in stupid clubs where if the brain dead drone of high decibel noise doesn't kill your hearing, you'll enjoy pointless thunderdome death matches with the ruling muscle bound idiot who makes turf wars over the bar.
To date I've rejected every invitation. I don't drink, smoke, ingest narcotics or get any thrill out of looking for a poptart bimbo to impress sex out of. I instead prefer a boring, stable and plain life. I don't think I'll ever be able to have any friends in this society. Just like the women in this society are a loss, the men for the most part should be written off too.
I hope one day I'll find men to make friendships with who aren't ashamed to proudly live a simpler life.