I've several times seriously considered becoming a dedicated hermit because I've been talking to others for a long time, and so often their responses have been more harmful to me(in many ways) that it was worth talking to them. But I keep talking to others and reaching out simply because of my eternal spring of hope that I might find someone or some people who talking to them always proves to make me feel better. However as time goes on, my memories of painful interactions accumulate and it might one day become true to me that it is not worth it to reach out.
(Incase you guys are wondering, several of you give me more good memories than bad but you aren't the only influence force in memory generation)