How 'Popular Television' Ruined My ''Lovelife''

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In short, 'they' filled my head with the "myth" (rumor, suspicion, expectation, urban legend) that life is "all about" finding-, attracting-, wooing- and marrying your spouse---after which you live on as 'a part of the ship' (or 'a part of the machine' only there to support & secure future 'parts of the ship' as they find/attract/woo/marry their spouses and make sure that future parts also find/attract/woo/marry spouses to support future parts who ... etc.) And 'they' are shows like F*R*I*E*N*D*S & (another NBC-show I'm re-watching on a streaming-service) CHUCK & The Big Bang Theory ... shows in which 'finding/attracting/wooing/marrying' (although most often portrayed as "seeing/liking/meeting/hooking-up") was basically "the main purpose behind all other activities (including all professions ... the basic idea being 'you get a job to get money to provide things for your spouse')." My Traumatic Brain-Injury essentially 'kicked me out' of the dating-scene (as--living in a town affected by Urban Sprawl ... where you have to have a car to go 'anywhere on a date'--I'm partly-blind & thus should only drive a car in an absolute emergency), so I can only suppose that life's not really like that ... that Adults are not so obsessed with love ... that--though they may hope for a matrimonial relationship--they aren't 'out looking for one' so much as they 'will gladly accept one when the opportunity for it presents itself' (kinda like "admiring rainbows"---people don't go "hunting for rainbows," but they won't run away from it when one comes in sight). So is popular television trying to sell us an urban myth? Or am I a lovelorn TBI-Prince, imprisoned in my suburban exile, hopelessly hoping for a gallant Princess Charming to swoop in and ... join me in my station as a recluse-among-the-multitude .