In my little world that is not the case.
It won't shock you to know I speak to everyone I see. There are 1000's of homes around here and a lot of the people know me. Largely, because I made some stupid joke sometime. It just happened again at the 7-11 when I wanted a donut. There was some lady up there for a job interview that called me by name, "Terry," and I don't have a clue who she is. None.
It's just a different life story here, with me, as compared to a lot. I don't know why. I gave a Gatorade and two bottles of water to the leader of the Hell's Angel's in Moncks Corner a few hours ago. We were just chatting...his parents, and family, live around here. All I did was say, "Hey!" one day.