Who needs people anyway?

I haven't posted much this month.  I have several half started rants related to personal responsibility and the decline of human society but I never finished my thoughts. This post is unrelated to any of those posts and simply me rambling on about my personal lunacy.  You were warned.

I've been sick for the past two weeks and I'm still not over it.  This has caused me to feel really 'fuzzy' in my ability to think. When I'm tired, sick, inebriated etc these streams of consciousness are dulled and fuzzy, limiting some of my speed and bandwidth as it relates to thought.  However this has a strange effect of making it actually a little easier to think in some ways. I can't process as many things at once so I respond more slowly and sometimes without having thought through every possibility. I can however focus more on single streams of thought/consciousness.  This is a big contrast to normal conditions where the experience of being trapped in my head it would be like visiting an electronics store in the TV section and every single TV would be on a different station and volume up high.  So when you couple excess downtime with a mind better suited to solving single problems the backlog of mental puzzles begins to make some serious progress.

What I found while processing many of the social problems in the queue is that the same conclusions kept coming back and returning to the same recurring idea.  "People in general suck, don't bother with trying to understand them, or even interacting with them."  It seems to be an effective universal solution to many of the puzzles in my mind currently that relate to other human beings.  However I'm not sure if I'm sold on a return to some of my more hermit like habits.  If you are a long time reader of my blog you'll know I spent much of 2011 exploring becoming a more social creature.  I realize now that many of the reasons for that were based on thoughts and poison in my mind that has since left me. However, I'm still debating if my natural disdain for humanity if driving these desires to return to 'the hermit' life, if it is the result of honest intellectual processes, or if the mental/emotional/spiritual poison recently purged from my life may still have after effects that are skewing my perspective.

I don't have a conclusion because I'm not sharp enough at the moment to draw one so I'll leave you with this question that I think sums up this post.  Is it possible to be a misanthrope yet still desire contact with decent human beings?