Someone recently brought to my attention to the possibility that I might not be as asocial as I thought I was.
I think that my favorite state of being is not solitary, (as I previously believed and felt terribly guilty about) but at home doing my thing while my loved ones are also at home doing their thing.
Gardening with my husband, each in opposite side of the garden. Leafing through separate newspapers in silence while sipping coffee in the morning, trading articles, commenting on them, giggling or feeling indignant. Me writing at my desk while my boys are at another corner of the house doing music, separately or together (one on the sax and the other one on the guitar). Cooking in the kitchen while the family is watching TV in the bedroom.
It's actually a lovely thing. Nothing to feel guilty about.