I'll write a book entitled "I'm not naturally sociable and how this will kill me." Or "I am not friendly and how this will kill me." About how I'm not good at maintaining acquaintances and if I get out of this god forsaken place I'll die in the cold ditch of an old desert road of some forgotten town in a flyover state in my ancient RV that finally quit and nobody for miles. And if I had a phone, somebody to call.

This could be fixed by making friends along the way, benefiting and reaping the reward of working a bit to create a long lasting friendship network across the country. I'd enjoy that.

So I'm quite sure I'll die in that ditch, phone in hand, wondering who to call.