I've definitely had my share of childhood trauma. I've worked my ass off the past 10+ years growing through it. I'm at a much better place now than I used to be. But probably still some stubborn ones leftover.

I don't think my issue is with "stupid" people. I never think that of people. I think I exaggerated in my post regarding that point.

I think what's going on is more related to my over-attachment with these situations, and my anxiety and subsequent reactions to it.

Interestingly, I never cared to have friends or a social life until recently, after coming out of a depressive episode. It's like I've been living in a hole for 30 years, and now I'm out trying to make friends like a overly eager 6 year old, plus anxiety.

Weirdly enough you’re not alone at all. I hardly know a few people who are honestly satisfied with their social life, no matter the circumstances or external image they trying to project.