Botheration!, said Poh

As I sit here pondering the sad state of my social life (or rather the lack there of) I have come to find a new basic principle about interaction with others.
It's "Can't be bothered."
As in-"I can't be bothered to call you back."
As in-"I can't be bothered to be in touch"
As in- "Why do you bother to do all this?"
As in-" Who are you to be bothered about my life?"
As in- "Who would be bothered to check on me if I just stopped showing up at x activity, or maintaining contact?"
Alas, for a 48 year old person with [i]all sorts of great qualities[/i] the only two people I can come up with are:
My Mom
and my friend Peter, who now lives in Maryland.
I used to think I had lots of friends. Then I started to see who would call me if I didn't call them first. Amazing. Almost NONE of the people I thought gave a crap about me seemed to even notice when I wasn't in touch. There are mutual friends here, and I would ask "Do they ever ask how I am?" and the answer would be "well...no."
Sometimes I think, just fuck it. And sometimes I wonder what I do or don't do that leads to this response from people. I would hope that someone would tell me if I smell funny, or if my laugh is obnoxious.
And sometimes, when it's the most effort to just keep getting up and doing every day, I start to wonder-
why bother?