But luckily, I didn't exist wholly behind the monitor and had a lot of wise people around me who explained (often forcibly) that you cannot afford to be a this much of a twat at twenty. You have six years to get this stuff out of your system, Guest of a Thousand Faeces. Why don't you learn to play something or sing? You'll be socialised within months, I promise. And start to see that there some friends out there, who might start to care about you.