The only thing worse than a troubled and failed existence is happiness and success you can't share with someone special. Or someone to call an ambulance if you need it. Today I had serious trouble breathing and though my place is big and comfortable, I'd probably get decomposed before anyone noticed something happened. Makes all you mentioned much less appealing. Better live in a shoebox than a swanky dig where you're all alone all the time and the only thing that kills the silence is Netflix.