It’s not that you aren’t caring. Your pot plants get first-class treatment, and you love the company of your pets—they don’t talk back, if they need something it’s pretty obvious, and they don’t complain if you haven’t made your bed or taken last year’s holiday decorations down.
It’s just that people are always making you compromise. People moan about their partners and about how difficult relationships can be, and it makes you all the more sure that the single life is probably best for you.
You are very proud of the array of excuses you’ve come up with to get out of social engagements, all of which are code for “I’d rather see how many more empty pizza boxes I can add to this tower before it topples over”.