The agony of weekend loneliness: ‘I won't speak to another human until Monday’ On Saturday morning, Peter got up and went to the supermarket. He carried his shopping home, and took care of his laundry and ironing. In the afternoon, he browsed a few record stores and later he cooked himself dinner; always something adventurous on a Saturday night. Afterwards, he hit Netflix. And in all those hours, in common with many of Peter’s Saturdays, not to mention his Sundays, he had no meaningful interaction with another human being. “The only person I spoke to,” he says, “was the lady who came over to verify my bottles of beer at the supermarket self-checkout.” I found this article a bit sad in some ways. Life doesnt just flow in an orderly fashion and sometimes we end up in places without realising why. I am 25 years married this time around but two of our kids have left home now and the house feels a bit empty. Having said that its nice not to have their debris everywhere and I dont miss being a taxi service. I have been running through a list of my friends and wondering if I should make more of an effort. I think I should in a couple of cases. Loneliness should be a choice really.