For the extreme introvert, it's another story. A young man I know who is high-functioning autistic visited Chicago with his family. They went to the Art Institute of Chicago, where he stood, fascinated, in front of Hopper's famous work Nighthawks:
The autistic young man I know would be perfectly happy being by himself all day, every day. He doesn't really understand the need for people. Do not misunderstand this: he does indeed love his family. It just doesn't mean he particularly wants to spend time with them. While many people find the painting slightly creepy, probably giving it a glance and then walking away, he stood riveted in front of it. Perhaps it expresses in visual terms what his interior experience is. An experience that most of us social creatures would see as negative. But it isn't negative, really. Merely different.