“I’m not bored, but lonely.” Said a friend.
She is an smart woman who has an active career and constantly doing “things”. What’s lacking is someone to share her intelligence with—a companion for the mind and spirit.
I have felt the same way for many years. Surrounded by friends and family, the feeling of isolation is curiously intense. It was not until much later in life that I realized my community did not necessarily include my parents and siblings, and the people who I socialized with. What was lacking was an intrinsic connection. It was never clear to me what it was until it was found, and then I knew.
My neighbor Richard complained that when he got together with his friends all they did was argue.
“A bunch of old farts.” He said with contempt.
“But you join them every week. Maybe that’s what gives you pleasure.”
“I guess so.” He shrugged with a laugh.
