Adulthood disentegrates community.

Nothing is gained by seclusion. Be a little decent for God's sake. Make a friend. Go invite your "neighbors" over for dinner instead of pretending to look at a scratch on your car as they walk by to check their mail. Be 5 again. Go play in the yard and overstay your welcome down the street at Tommy's house. Camp out on your lawn. Start a bowling league. Chat up strangers in the grocery line at Bi-Lo. Put up a neighborhood basketball goal. Play street-hockey. Have a family reunion and get to know that cousin you haven't seen since you were 3. I mean, do something besides avoid people. What good is making bank working 60 hours a week if you don't have anyone to share it with?

Just hang out and enjoy what you have left of your life. Split a pizza with Jeff next door and talk about women. Be a person, or the machine you've created will own you. That car will own you. That house will own you. Those shoes, those pants, and that shirt will own you. That blocked off underground swimming pool in the backyard will own you. And you will die lonely, surrounded by inanimate objects, purchased plastic friends. And the only tears to be shed will be your own.