Some people’s ability to socialize diminishes with every additional voice garnered in conversation. They might reluctantly conform to silence and become half-heartedly obliged to observe and attentively listen. They’re only “accepted” as far as their voice is heard. However they might be looked upon as a dismissive individual, or anti-social, and in being labeled so, become evermore nervous, and distrustful of speaking at all. Humor becomes a second rate, handed down, thrifty alternative to the consciousness of seclusion. Therefore it is only helpful in the eyes and ears of the beholder(s). I consider myself such a person. It is the poorest class of sociality. For those in life who in all modesty are simply trying to relate and empathize with others, the task to contribute and share feelings and the like becomes more difficult. Loneliness is the fallout shelter for such a person. Not their idea of happiness. Not mine. There is a saying that goes something like this: “the more attention that is given to something the more powerful it becomes.” I would say, in certain circumstances, the same goes for people. Anyway, forgive my blundering, everyone take care.