“People like Sheba think they know what it is to be lonely. But of the drip, drip of the long-haul, no-end-in-sight solitude, they know nothing. What it’s like to construct an entire weekend around a visit to the launderette. Or to be so chronically untouched that the accidental brush of a bus conductor’s hand sends a jolt of longing straight to your groin. Of this, Sheba and her like have no clue.”
– Barbara Covett in Notes on a Scandal
Now I’m freaking afraid of growing old and not have had it, hahaha. Not that I’m completely sold to a happily-ever-after companionship because it still sucks, but it’s darn scary that that level of option scarcity is possible. So yeah, books wouldn’t suffice after all.
I definitely must eat lunch now.