Just sitting down and reading a book makes me involuntarily compare my lifestyle to that of some imaginary 'average person'.

Is this what they do?
I thought about how often
the average individual interacts
with other humans compared to me.
How often? Every day?
It's unimaginable to me.

I think this average individual would probably
think I am terribly lonely, but I hardly feel that way...
Do people usually miss the company of insects or cattle?

I have you, and my duties, after all.

I suppose a person who has kept pets would miss their presence. They've formed an attachment to them.
Perhaps I can't miss something I've never had?
Am I similar to a pet to you?