Being in the presence of large groups of people, especially those that are noisy, is tiring for me: I enjoy my solitude, or the company of one or two like-minded accomplices.
I see myself as one of over six billion [and counting] jumped-up apes clinging to the surface of a minor rocky planet trapped in the gravity well of a Class G2 star somewhere in the outer reaches of an unexceptional spiral galaxy - one among billions of such islands of matter [and dark matter] embedded in an ever-expanding void.
We may be the only animals we know of that are aware of our mortality, and that feel the frantic urge to pursue a life crammed with "meaning", as if we expect our existence to have significance in the greater scheme of things. Many of us spend most of our lives chasing after that elusive "meaning" , sometimes so much so that we miss out on simply getting whatever pleasure we can out of our fleeting, unlikely existence. We are the lucky ones.
I think that this is one of the pitfalls of having brains that specialise in pattern-recognition. [For more on this, look up "pareidolia".]
I do not think that we occupy any special position in space and time or that homo sapiens is any more remarkable than any other creature, both extinct or extant, however much we may want to believe our disproportionately large brains set us apart. Knowledge, and technology, without wisdom and responsibility can be a dangerous thing.
I have been known to spend more than is probably sensible on my computer and consoles, whether it be playing games, learning to use and experiment with Blender and The GIMP, making sporadic forays into a given Linux distribution, trying to learn HTML and CSS again [or Python - who knows why I do this to myself-I'm just as bad when it comes to trying to follow elementary first-year university/college mathematics], web-crawling, or being sucked into Youtube.
Yes, "sapiosexual" is a word. Who knew?
I'd like to think that I am not trying to befriend fashion models - I'm no bronzed Adonis myself.