I don't know if this is abnormal, but all the pleasure I derive seems to be from being alone, and dreaming of something different to the people around me.
My dreams are more about what I do and where I go, escapism, books, music etc, and relationships don't feature. In fact when I'm around my sis and her husband and baby, and we have all the family conversations about when me and my sis were babies and about their new baby, it just seems sad almost depressing---kind of like thats their dream but to me it seems limited.
I trya nd be nice cos it's expected of me, maybe I'm horrible but all that selflessness and family stuff just bores the crap out of me, and family memories just seem sentimental and pointless, kind of like people should be applying their mind to something more interesting.
I am some kind of sociopath or is this how many people feel?