My dad and others must've told a million times to get out of my shell and socialize with people. But I had neurodevelopment disorder that affects social interaction and communication, and I wonder if that's why I began maladaptive daydreaming. Maybe I didn't understand the concept of leave your comfort zone, life is outside, get experience, so that way I can more likely meet new people. However I had a dogged determination to not change my attitude and course of action. I lived in my head a lot—so maybe I believed in my own utter nonsense, and had no mental clarity to make better judgement of my daily behavior.
Apparently, years have gone by and I never made success at building a relationship with someone, meanwhile, everybody else I know is married, engaged, and have had girlfriends/boyfriends since highschool. So I feel like a piece of work right now. I just think it's sad that I preferred my daydreams or being in relationships with people.