I find that often the cleverer you get, the more likely you are to become detached from your feelings, start to see life as a game to play at the expense of others, whether for entertainment, gain or status.
I can veer from being incredibly boisterous to incredibly mellow. I'm at my worst/most boisterous with my brother. One time on his birthday we ended up shooting each other in the face with a fire extinguisher, I stapled a beer can to his head and he nearly broke my leg with a golf club.
Sex is really my only incentive to socialise. I don’t enjoy other people’s company really.
I have never partaken in these kind of shenanigans