One can claim that “too much solitude” isn’t bad today like it was in the Far Past, where one’s own life and survivability was dependent on social, romantic and sexual competence.
Let me tell you a story:
I just played an entertaining browser game, whose name I have forgotten, because I closed the window before getting the chance to remember its name.
The game is basically a decision-making game, set in a fantasy, Victorian-like universe, where you, as a noble, are given the chance to attend to a long season at your Queen’s Court, where scripted romantic opportunities can be made, depending on your choices.
As those who know me, a dedicated avoider of romance, I have decided to do a “celibate run” of the game - refuse to any romantic opportunity whatsoever, even if such opportunity is highly likely.
I, Tomasio De Castillo (you can’t write your own surname, unfortunately, but choose from a small selection of surnames), was eventually faced with three potential spouses.
One was a woman that has made a fortune as a merchant, but overall is not a very attractive lady. The second was a naïve, but a young and an attractive woman, though, and although she had no significant fortune, her feelings for me, the protagonist, were deep and sincere. And finally - there was the Queen herself, and even though she was already married, she was, eventually willing to abandon her husband for me.
The peak of the plot came during the Grand Ball, where the men carry a rose in their pocket, and give it to the woman of her liking… or the guy of their liking, because apparently you can be gay in this game.
This was also where you were given, probably, the final decision, as who will be your spouse out of the three ladies.
Dedicated to the intentions of my run of the game, I refuse giving the rose to any of the ladies, even though the narrator made an extra mile to ask me if I’m sure.
And so, unlike what I thought, you cannot end up as a celibate in that game. When you fail, intentionally or unintentionally, to marry anyone during your stay in the Queen’s Court, your father inevitably demands you to marry a woman that is old as your grandmother, smells like a goat, is ugly, comes from a not very significant family, whose heritage will nonetheless be transferred to her grown children, instead to you, once she’s dead.
And so, the poor Tomasio De Castillo, that was convinced he’ll triumph over the fate of marriage, was forced by his dad to marry and couldn’t do anything about it… curse the narrator for not letting me do the voluntary celibate run I wanted to!
And from this one can learn, that being solitary nowadays, is probably much better than being solitary in other, more ancient time periods, as modern loner has a lot more freedom than a loner before the times of modernity.
So, as long as you will not be forced to marry to someone you don’t like out of your family’s desperation, let alone to do intercourse with them - you can be rest assured that you shouldn’t worry about whether you’re too much solitary or not. Enjoy your freedom while it lasts, and endure the consequences of your actions.