We get isolated from others one time to another, and the instincts of being social kicks in. We cannot stay with ourselves for too long. Fear of the thoughts that might come up in our head. Important thoughts we run away from. We are not cowards, but sometimes ignorance is a bliss.  It is because not knowing the ugly truth is better than knowing it. We prefer to be a happy pig over a depressed wise man. No one can force reality on us. We do not want to think. We want to stay in this artificial happiness that we are satisfied with and want nothing else.  Nothing else.