Loneliness is a hard thing to ...

Loneliness is a hard thing to handle. I feel it, sometimes. When I do, I want it to end. Sometimes, when you\'re near someone, when you touch them on some level that is deeper than the uselessly structured formality of casual civilized interaction, there\'s a sense of satisfaction in it. Or at least, there is for me. It doesn\'t have to be someone particularly nice. You don\'t have to like them. You don\'t even have to want to work with them. You might even want to punch them in the nose. Sometimes just making that connection is its own experience, its own reward.
Loneliness is a hard thing to handle. I feel it, sometimes. When I do, I want it to end. Sometimes, when you're near someone, when you touch them on some level that is deeper than the uselessly structured formality of casual civilized interaction, there's a sense of satisfaction in it. Or at least, there is for me. It doesn't have to be someone particularly nice. You don't have to like them. You don't even have to want to work with them. You might even want to punch them in the nose. Sometimes just making that connection is its own experience, its own reward.
 Jim Butcher

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