Absolutely. This has been a major source of pain throughout my life. From the time I was a child Ive been an observer, watching but unable to participate. I try, but am either turned away by others, held back by my own mental illness, or both. My siblings have always been popular and pretty much only came home to sleep because they were always out with friends living life. We don't relate at all as they seem like completely different people than I am. I'm the oldest and they don't look down or respect me at all because they've already experienced and accomplished more than I ever have.
I though college would be my chance to finally experience life, and it not only turned out the same as before, but worse. I lived in a college town that seemed straight out of a movie. Thursday night to Sunday morning there was essentially non stop partying. The streets of downtown were packed with groups of friends hopping from bar to bar, going in to share good food and drinks over lively conversation. Lights flashed and music and singing echoed out of the apartment buildings surrounding the bars, with people looking over the balconies at the festivities below. Beyond the buildings and bars of downtown was houses rented out by students, people flowing in and out with their groups of friends. The houses were either full of music, singing, and dancing, or friends relaxing on their front porch talking about life with soft, chill music in the background. Needing fresh air, I'd walk the streets and observe, getting a small amount of secondary euphoria from the joy radiating off of people experiencing life in every direction. But that feeling was secondary to the overwhelming loneliness and feeling of missing out. Now, having dropped out, I only see the quiet, somewhat dystopian setting of my monoculture suburban town, but the feeling of missing out I'm all too used to still remains.