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Community-Free Forever?

As we barrel headlong into another new year, I’ve been sifting through that sticky, residual mental sap and posing some tough questions. Do we really need others, or can we exist entirely on our own? Has our modern world made true and total isolation a feasible proposition, or is there still some genetic hardwiring preventing us from cutting that last remaining tether and finally flying entirely free?

I’m about as close as you can get to maintaining a pure, solitary life. I work from home as a transplant in a city with no connections. I don’t go to restaurants, bars, clubs, theaters, sporting events, parties, or gatherings of any kind.  I never travel or take vacations. I haven’t spoken to the majority of my friends in years. Most days, I can log fewer than 20 total audible words. (Well, maybe it’s closer to 20,000 if we’re taking those babbling Dax conversations into account. But he doesn’t answer back.) I occasionally see fellow employees sitting in little boxes on Zoom calls, and I primarily stay updated on the health and safety of anyone else I know via random IG posts.

So, I’ll ask again…do we actually need to spend any extended time with other human beings? Obviously, ultra-extroverts have a certain inclination to replenish their empty energy reserves by sucking the vitality from anyone in their physical proximity. But for those of us who straddle the line between a desperate addiction to gossip and a monklike vow of silence, can we exist chiefly within the walls of our own minds?

The science says otherwise. Many studies point to the irrefutable evidence that a full, gratifying existence on this polluted, spinning rock in space relies heavily on at least some interaction with those of your fellow species. We are social primates, and connection is a basic human need—as vital as food or water, essential for our biological survival, brain development, mental health, physical well-being, and overall happiness.

Research shows that these strong ties can reduce stress, lessen the risk of disease, and even increase lifespan. Extended isolation significantly harms physical and mental health.

Eh. What has science ever gotten right? Oh, wait…everything.

Shit.

Adolescence Interrupted

…and stop killing animals.

Lots of Rabbits, Lots of Holes

As another year arrives on our doorstep, it’s time to predict the size and shape of the upcoming ride. Many like to entertain the possibilities of fresh starts, clean slates, or open roads. Others mark falling calendar pages as nothing more than the routine business of spinning clock hands. I sit somewhere outside both of those conceptualizations.

When daily existence is locked on a curve, turning endlessly around a fixed circle, it’s impossible to see what’s ahead. The looping, habitual mundanity of making only left turns doesn’t offer the freedom to target the horizon or look beyond the here and now. One foot in front of the other. Spin. Spin. Spin. Repeat.

But I am supremely grateful that the alignment of contemporary society and its increasingly isolated construction followed the trajectory of my unbalanced concoction of brain chemicals. The opposite would have been a living nightmare, and I can’t imagine what those who deeply crave human interaction and attachment are feeling right now.

When I was the happy-go-lucky party guy—ready for adventures and experiences, thrilled to be part of a bonded collective, and watched the world through optimistic eyes—the only way to achieve connection was through proximity and physical touch. Screens didn’t steal eye contact. Plans weren’t canceled or postponed with a last-minute text. We all seemed to stand on similar pages. Now we’re simply hidden away in covert caves, writing separate stories.

So, is this merely a chicken or egg scenario? Does the perpetual retreat of mankind into solitary silos cause our chemicals to shift at a biological level, or do we just adapt to whatever technological environment is presented to us? It’s a question that may not get answered until a few more generations have run the gauntlet.

But one thing is certain: If I still had the neurobiological makeup and sociable motor of my “former self” and was forced to navigate this modern minefield of dwindling attention spans, evasive maneuvering, and social media manipulation, I would have lost my mind even earlier.

Good luck to us all as we continue to jump, dodge, bob, and weave.

We’re going to need it.

Adolescence Interrupted