Possible Explanation

My mother sent this quote to me this morning.

"The witty woman is a tragic figure in American life. Wit destroys eroticism and eroticism destroys wit, so women must choose between taking lovers and taking no prisoners."
-- Florence King

I've always suspected that being myself would have serious consequences.

I realized on New Year's Eve that I was coming up on the one-year-without sex milestone. After that, it's not too long before I hit the one-year-without-kissing milestone. Josh has suggested the Internet as a way to meet people. I expect it will get harder to laugh it off before it gets easier. I just wish that I had some guarantee in place. Like, I could spend another year without touching anyone, as long as I knew that in a year, I would meet my next boyfriend. Being lonely is terrible, but the worst part is knowing that it could go on indefinitely. It could be five years, it could be ten. Dying alone doesn't scare me, but the thought of living for the rest of my life without a significant embrace makes me want to speed up the dying. I don't care how unreasonable and needy it sounds. I should be more independent. I should be more stable. But I'm not. This is me. I am needy and pessimistic. I'm so lonely it hurts to breathe.

On a Scale from 1 to Bitter: Collapsed-Lung.
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