Who Decided That People Have To Like Each Other?

It's not like I haven't tried. I just haven't found anybody I can relate to. I want to be able to hold a real conversation. I want someone I can talk with, not to. I just can't seem to find common ground with anybody. I don't think I'm that different. I'm not that much of an obscure misanthrope. I like normal mainstream stuff...I'm watching the new season of American Idol for Christ's sake. Everybody thinks I'm too quiet. I've been told I'm quiet by every single fucking person I've ever fucking encountered in my entire fucking life. Doesn't exactly make me want to talk (scream maybe). I think I put too much thought into it, and definitely expect too much in return. I try not to talk about things that I know the person I'm with doesn't know/care about and there is nothing I despise more that empty small talk. So I usually end up saying nothing. I wish more people would extend the courtesy. But I realize that most people don't care if you're actually listening or understanding. They just want to hear themselves talk. It's more dreadful when they realize that you're faining interest and they assume it's simply because you're a moron whose never heard of Easter before and think that they need to explain it to you, as if then the shit that's coming out their mouth will turn into delicious chocolate eggs of information. (This happened!...not the egg part) People hate that I'm quiet, not just in amount of words but also in lack of volume, because, and I'm almost certain of this, in modern society the louder you are, the more valid your points. They get angry and resentful because I don't scream "good morning" in their face and ask how their cat is. Of course I am mostly referring to coworkers and it's not fair to hold them to the standards of human kind. They are an entirely different string of DNA. But I'm not solely talking about coworkers cause it's been this way with everybody I've ever been forced to spend my precious, what could be alone time with, ever since I was a little antisocial child. I love when they think it's because I'm shy and when I do talk it must mean that I really like them and they've gained my trust. I'm opening up to them. They're bringing me out of my shell.
They hate me all the more when they see me reading or writing. It becomes their civic duty to interrupt me and save me from the mind numbing activity I'm engaged in to ask me what it's about or for. And when they find out it's not for school or work or anything mandatory, that it's purely for pleasure, I think they honestly get offended. I'm deriving enjoyment and experiencing emotions in a form that they will never understand without anybody else's help. I think, that they think, that I think, that I'm better than them. Which I do, because I am. Even worse than the hate is the competition. Either the "I hate reading. I've never read a whole book, not even for school," as if they're too good to read. They're above reading, and it's said with such pride. The condescending idiot never ceases to amaze and infuriate. Or the always dreadful, groan inducing "Oh I love reading," as if they can be credited with it's discovery. "Right now I'm reading Fight Club. It's sooooo good. it's like social commentary dude" the words saturated with pretension. They might as well start masturbating and yelling words with more than 4 syllables. I'd be far more impressed.

Here have shitty poem I wrote... non existent people who aren't reading this:

Keep repeating old cliches,
to hear the sound of yourself.
Never adding a new idea.
Just making noise to fill the void.
Talking in scribbles.
Finding comfort in your own voice.
Trying to remind yourself you're still alive.
You'll waste your life lost in small talk.
Hold on to your connections.
Wrap yourself in bubble wrap.
and warm yourself by the TV.