Mkay. I was being facetious. 
But you may be right. I don’t speak to my neighbours. I’ve met the ones to the left and greet them whenever I see them. Haven’t met the ones in the Mcmansion to the right. But they’ve only been there 3 or 4 years. Have never met any of the dozen odd people who live in the cul de sac.
Part of my reason is because I value my privacy. I also have the social skills of a turnip. I’m a hard person to like in person. I’m lost in most social situations. It is so hard for me to make and keep friends that I stopped bothering many years ago.
Yet I’ve always had one friend, who I’ve met incidentally. (not the same person; two died)