That being said, something odd has been happening. On occasion, throughout this past year, I’ve begun to cross over from the highness of aloneness to the lowness of loneliness. It’s a deeply unpleasant feeling, that one of not being enough on my own, of neediness. It lasts somewhere between ten minutes and a day at a time. This loneliness occurs at predictable moments, like an ill-planned holiday weekend when I remember too late that the library is closed, and I have cramps, and I find myself thinking about people who are thousands of miles away, and I badly need a hug. It creeps up on me at
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