Okay... so. I think maybe I've been approaching humanity all wrong.
We cannot expect our lives to be perfect. There will be mistakes. There will be betrayal, hurt, comparisons, a chance of shitty fucking relationships. But all we have is other people. Everything we consume is created by other people. All joy in life is ultimately derived, at the root, from other people or the creations and knowledge that arise from them. Sure, I can enjoy a beautiful landscape by myself or a good book, tv show, whatever, but those would seem to be short-lived, shallow satisfactions compared to having a good friend or lover by my side to enjoy them with me.
Even eating a meal in front of my favorite tv show by myself is an extension of this sociability, because all tv shows involve people in one way or another. But it's only a sad, artificial blow-up doll (100 points for best metaphor ever) of real communication. And when you try eating by yourself, eating that way with no form of communication gets extremely dull, very quickly. Humans aren't meant to do that.
I was sitting in my reading chair (*tips fedora*) thinking about the action of reading the book I was reading. This wonderful, wonderful book was created by a person, and the book was about people. But I hate people. (the irony!)
But I need people, not only for entertainment, as per the example above, but I also need them to fulfill my humanity. That is, since we are a tribal species, it's kind of odd for me to be hold up in my room, alone, thinking that's normal. I'm not reaching my potential as a human without meaningful interaction with other humans. And really, if I want anything remotely resembling western success, I need to be able to get along with people.
Is everyone really that bad? Or have I just surrounded myself with shitheads all my life while supplementing those people with shitty places, and also absorbing everything-crazy due to the accessibility of the internet? Maybe there are good people out there I can truly jive with, but I just haven't really found them yet. And I haven't found them yet because I'm a hermit. Nor have I really found myself (perfect segue into next paragraph).
(Merge into segue!) I am so far behind my peer group that I feel like a complete loser compared to so many people I know. But I think I'm really the problem. I think I've been generalizing humanity far too much, or have just been taking the tragedies inherent in being a human far too seriously, and it has made me crazy.