Too much

It appears to me that sometimes I may be just a little too much for folks. After cooking for friends and trying to make everything perfect and wanting to just see them enjoy what I do (and of course bask in their adulation), I get told I'm manic!
am I?
what is that anyways?
when arranging a dinner for my closest friends, sometimes I like to try to  include other groups, friends of friends and other interested parties, maybe even complete strangers. Strangers in that I've never met them in person but friends in that we share an apparent interest. I think I'm in the minority though. Does one fill in the blanks when dealing with such limited knowledge about individuals and maybe attribute them with ideal characteristics? I think they are all great people but how wrong can I be? maybe they're horrible unfriendly and boring people that just happen to make nice ideas appear in 140 characters? The ones I've met so far would indicate I'm correct in my optimistic assumptions though. Oh except one, but I won't name them here!
I'm not unhappy with my friends, quite the contrary, I love all of them intensely and would seriously do anything for any one of them, and they know that. I am god father to many of their kids and they to mine. Our friendships vary in length from 41 years to 1 year. My tendencies to talk to many are not a reflection of my love for them in the least.
Is there something wrong with me! humans are social creatures are they not? How else can you explain society? The first neanderthal thought it would be nice to live close to the other one and well off it goes from there. Move on a few thousand years and social media is the fastest growing non business on the planet. So maybe I'm just ahead of the rest of the planet?
Maybe there is a limit to how many friends one can successfully maintain and provide the attention each deserves. Maybe that's the key! Are most of us at full capacity? is our friends book closed and not currently interviewing? do we reach that by natural means and maintain that or is it decided for us by society and we live with what we get? Do we make a conscious decision?
Recently on holiday in the US, the locals were surprised to be talked to by a complete stranger (me). They were often quite happy to but it was never their choice. Why do I force myself on others like that even if its in such a minor way.
I write this to myself and ask myself these questions knowing that about 46 people will read it (statistically insignificant in the scheme of things) but maybe one of you knows the answers. This is after all my self therapy so chances are by the time you finish reading this I would have answered my own questions but then again, I'm a bit too much for myself and am just ignoring me now.