Being social definitely has its value, but it seems a bit like the Goldilocks zone in terms of habital planets. Too close to the sun, and you burn to death. Too far away, and you'll freeze. Might be me oversimplifying it, but I'd say there needs to be a balance in everything. [Insert ancient chinese proverb]

What bothers me about "oversocialization" is that some folks end up being so in tune with everybody else that they practically stop being individuals. They're so harmless, so inoffensive that they might as well could be reading from a teleprompter. Having a conversation is just some weird calibration process to them, meant to upgrade their firmware with the latest groupthink. Like your smart dishwasher and your fridge beeping and bopping at eachother.

I suppose there might be some overlap to the idea of the philosophical zombie, like the lights are on but there's nobody home, it does seem unfair though (most people probably consider themselves to be the only invididuals in the room). You could also argue about the whole Monty Python's Meaning of Life kind of thing, where one's soul is something that has to be willed into existence through self-contemplation and such. Who knows.

Getting back to the collective's notion of reality and the value of the outsider: It's a little strange how we sometimes end up celebrating the same misfits and renegades we also shunned and ridiculed during their lifetime. Partially claiming their achievements as some sort of group accomplishment, when it was a despite rather than a because.

Somewhat half-related regarding archetypes: