Life's hard if you hate socialising

Unless one enjoys isolation, it's absurdly hard work living with a loathing of mingling. For almost eighteen months, I've been going to great lengths to make friends and even find something more than friendship, only to end up with no friendships that have lasted and no relationship that progressed further than two dates. With summer beginning at the weekend (in my belief), I ought to be planning more attendances of social events, etc., but I'm out of social energy. Now I'm thinking of moving to the deepest countryside and living an hermitic life for the rest of my days. The thought of minimising my encounters with irksome people makes the isolation seem potentially worthwhile. And no, I'm not travelling overseas to try to find my people; they're not going to be foreigners. If I can't find them in my own country, they simply don't exist.