The friends I have since leaving the Borg are few...but they are REAL and their friendship isnt dependent upon me keeping up with and conforming to some RULES in order for them to be my friends. I lost some very close real friends to the Borg and I miss them.
I dont mind being alone. I hated having to make nice with people at the hall when in reality I never in a hundred years would have picked ANY of them as friends. So to be friendly and upbuilding and all that crap five meetings a week was a horrible strain and a total lie that eventually became impossible to uphold.
My husband read that behavior as me being antisocial and not loving. He only ever went to be Mr Brother Social Butterfly and everybodys Johnny on the Spot Handiman Helpful Dude. But did he help me? Um no. No glory in that.
Still to this day there is so much disingenuousness from them it makes me sick. DONT piss on me and tell me its raining.