Being and Loneliness

I have come to the astonishing conclusion that I absolutely hate being alone. I will do anything to avoid it including making bad decisions. When I was growing up, my brother was 11 years older and probably still is. By the time I was 6, he was off to college and I was an only child. We lived in a neighborhood where the houses were very far apart and there weren't any kids there anyway. I was so lonely I took to spraying a variety of harmless aerosols on my bedroom wall. Things like hairspray and deodorant. I never said I wasn't easily entertained. I kept denying that I was doing it. It didn't really leave a mark anyway, so I wondered what all the fuss was about. But my insistence on lying left my parents no alternative but to ground me for a week. I was mad of course, but even worse I was stuck in my bedroom without a spray can. Horrors. And that left me where I am today: lonely and bored. What a lethal combination. Anyone got a can of aqua net?