Not reading that

There's lots of things I don't want to read these days, but topping the list may well be articles that talk about how being with a loved one, preferably having sex with them on a regular basis, will prolong one's life and make it a meaningful one in the bargain and the converse, that not having a mate will shorten one's life and make you miserable.

So I'm not looking forward to having to decide whether or not to read the piece in this coming Sunday's NY Times Magazine titled: Does Loneliness Reduce the Benefits of Exercise?

It's not like I'm getting enough exercise these days, although I'm making progress. But to think it's going to benefit me less because I don't have anyone to share my life with? Well, gee, thanks, Universe, for making me feel even worse about being alone.

It's not like that's going to change anytime soon...or, really, ever. If I ever have sex again, I will be very much surprised. To be honest, I'm okay with that. Which some might think is sad, but being post-menopausal has its benefits. Not many, but a drastically reduced sex drive is certainly one of them. Sure, the argument could be made that, if I weren't alone and I was, ahem, being intimate with someone else, then maybe the urge wouldn't have diminished quite so much. But we'll never know, will we?