I've always seen making friends as another hobby that I fail to remain interested in. But unlike hobbies like gushing about television shows or tending gardens, it's frequently stated that you
need people to remain mentally healthy at a certain point. My gut feeling towards this sentiment is that given how ambivalent or ruthless some people have been to me when I've tried to play the social tact game, saying that making friends is not just another interest is so unfair that it angers me. (Then again, life generally isn't fair to begin with.)
My issue is similar: the strangers I meet ultimately don't see enough of a reason to keep interacting with me after a certain point, because my interests lie elsewhere. I just find playing the social game and trying to win favor tiresome and depressing, usually not having much to talk about in the end that wouldn't be forcing it or pretentious, and unless the relationship is therapeutic or deliberately a "reach out to me if you want to talk for a few days" sort of thing, it's never worked a single time, so I'm not even in a place to understand what the benefits of a lasting friendship even are, except having someone to endlessly and selfishly vent to.
But people are still pressuring me to get friends. Still it's a challenge that I'm not even sure I feel like surmounting in the first place, not when I don't understand what I'm working towards. And yet I'm up against a body of people that I have the responsibility to convince that I'm worthy of their limited time for this supposed need that will end up killing me if I fail to fulfill it, which from my experience, lack of relatable interests and limited attention span I'm generally not.
I mean, when it feels like the social aspect of your life is just a void and all you believe that having a friend would do is fill that void with something else, is that friendship even going to be be healthy? How can friendships be cultivated with someone that just cannot find a way to care about friendship in the first place?
About the only hope I feel I have is stumbling across someone who has the same disorders as I do, or has a child with one of those disorders, which would temper their outlook on people of my kind to be much more forgiving and patient. (In fact, that's about the only thing related to meeting people that's ever gone well in my life.) Then I would be able to talk about my behavioral patterns without a fear of being rejected due to there not being any way the person can empathize with something they don't want to understand. Ironic, given I don't really care about understanding a lot of things, and at times it feels like I can't help that. Why do some people like writing novels over watching movies? Maybe making friends will never be my hobby, and you probably wouldn't force yourself to get into a hobby that you actively dislike. But failing to remain interested in that hobby could significantly harm my chances of success in life.