Helpful, But Helpless

Today, I dog-sat for a neighbor's two golden retrievers, Abby and Molly. I had to feed them lunch and dinner, and will be going back later to put them to bed. I get paid ten dollars a day to do this. I wore my crap clothes today (sweatpants, old school t-shirt), because I knew the dogs would not care. The only thing I went out to do was food shopping anyway. I tried making a Facebook group so people would be aware that I am in the process of collecting food items for emergency food boxes for the homeless, but that failed (I invited almost everyone of my Facebook friends in this state, over 200 people, and only about 15 actually joined, less did anything about it despite multiple opportunities) so me and my mother had to buy most of the items ourselves. Sometimes..Scratch that, I know that presently, people all say that, and have said that, I am their friend or one of their best friends. See, this bothers me, personally. How can one be considered a best friend when they have never been to the other's home? And no real attempt made? It's not from a negative view, just a lack of genuine care. That lasts more than that one second of selfish want then disappears when something new arises, and never had any weight to it anyway. I never really fit in anywhere, and I always find faults in people, I'm never happy with them. Becoming more social in the last couple years really has not helped me, just made me more depressed that I'm not even more social and realizing more clearly that I do not click with people. Before, I just sat there with a book and consciously knew I was not really doing anything to be friendly, but never knew a life of anything different. But, now I've opened myself up to the world, I am just not ready or liking it. MLIA.