"Someone was saying the worst thing in the world would be to wake up alone. For a long time, I didn't care about being alone: weeks, maybe months, years even. I could imagine being alone forever, living the life of the Unibomber. I'd have my cabin, maybe a dog, a manifesto about how humanity had spurned me, how I was better off in the wilds of Montana.
Now I'm not so sure. Does this sound troublingly earnest? I have trouble admitting how much I enjoy the company of others; that there is joy, a simple & true joy, in just being with people."
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