My Eastern-religion friends used to annoy me with their insistence on finding a teacher. I didn't want to deal with the social hurdles of entering a new community, or vetting which leaders to entrust. All I wanted was a practice that could guide me towards a better life without a bunch of people standing between me and moksha, or enlightenment, or God—however one wants to define it.
There's a common assumption that introverts dislike people. Personally, I love people. I deeply empathize with our shared struggles, and I particularly enjoy listening. That being said, small talk isn't my strong suit. My uneventful and kid-free life revolves around my media work and a meddlesome bird I inherited, so I don't have much to draw from for casual conversation. While I do enjoy a good book or movie, my taste is somewhat esoteric. Speaking of which, Krzysztof Kieślowski's "Dekalog" series is absolutely brilliant.
Spiritually stable people have some form of social reinforcement beyond the typical weekly gatherings. They're surrounded by family, children, and friends who share their beliefs, hobbies, and cultural backgrounds. These commonalities facilitate strong bonds and shared activities. Being so immersed can, I imagine, even instill a sense of obligation to remain committed to their faith. By comparison, my participation has been more akin to a lone bystander. It’s no wonder I often feel disengaged.