I think if you are a girl then there is even more pressure to be sociable since the connotations of loneliness are a lot more damaging than if you are man, which results in a lot of girls having mutually beneficial but ultimately pointless relationships.
I would class myself as asocial but this works both for and against me. I find small talk mindless, especially when apathy drives it, and I will often deliberately avoid participating socially as my personality is intimidating in some aspects; to remain aloof will hide a lot of the negative traits! On the other hand, I find alienating myself is preferential since most people are rather shallow, and I am dismayed by our cultures fear of intelligence (particularly from women). However, when I do open up I almost always surprise people – in a good way.
I think the following excerpt highlights the major difference between people:
“'I certainly envy my Argentine friend, my room mate. He is a handsome, aristocratic man, absolutely effete. Women would love him. When I leave the apartment, do you know what he does? He gets up out of bed, pulls out a small electric iron and an ironing board, takes his pants and begins to press them. As he presses them he imagine how he will come out of the building so impeccably dressed, how he will walk down Fifth Avenue, how somewhere he will spy a beautiful woman, follow the scent of her perfume for many blocks, follow her into crowded elevators, almost touching her. The woman will be wearing a veil and a fur around her neck. Her dress will outline her figure.
'After following her thus through the shops, he will finally speak to her. She will see his handsome face smiling at her and the chivalrous way he has of carrying himself. They will go off together and sit having tea somewhere, then go to the hotel where she is staying. She will invite him to come up with her. They will get into the room and then pull down the shades and lie in the darkness making love.
'As he presses his pants carefully, meticulously, my friend imagines how he will make love to this woman – and it excites him. He knows how he will grip her. He likes to push his penis in from behind and raise the woman's legs, and then get her to turn just a little so that he can see it moving in and out. He likes the woman to squeeze the base of his penis at the same time; her fingers press harder than the mouth of her sex, and that excites him. She will touch his balls as he moves, and he will touch her clitoris, because that gives her a double pleasure. He will make her gasp and shake from head to foot and beg for more.
'By the time he has envisioned all this standing there, half naked, pressing his pants, my friend has a hard on. It is all he wants. He puts away the pants, the iron and the ironing board, and he gets into bed again, lying back and smoking, thinking over this scene until each detail of it is perfect and a drop of semen appears at the head of his penis, which he strokes while he lies smoking and dreaming of pursuing other women.
'I envy him because he can get so much excitement from thinking all this. He questions me. He wants to know how my women are made, how they behave...'”.