I want to feel like a priority

The other day I found a autobiography on C.S. Lewis. As I was reading today, I came across a description of a point in his childhood that sent chills running through me.

"He withdrew from making deep personal relationships because he could not find friends like himself. He was then quite happy to be neglected, if only people would leave him alone. He so preferred a quiet, even monotonous life, provided only he was free. He had grown deeply to fear unhappiness."

I wonder if this is apathy.