I’m a bit concerned lately. I think I’ve spent a lot of the last 20 years more or less alone and I’m concerned it might finally have got to me. I suppose truth be told it might have got to me a long time ago but I’ve tended to wash over it.
Can’t do anything about it really, my psychological make-up keeps me socially inept which means I focus almost exclusively on one person… i.e. the wife. Since she’s the only one working she’s out as much as she’s in. It’s all a bit difficult really.
I wonder if loneliness is a terminal disease?