"There was a human tragedy behind her hysterical behaviour, whose diary entries revealed the embittered scorn of a woman desperately clinging to her sense of moral and intellectual superiority. She spoke of a solitude so overwhelming that she would regularly find herself ‘organising an entire weekend around a trip to the laundrette’ or how her lack of intimacy would allow the ‘accidental touch of a bus conductor’s hand to send a tingling sensation directly to the groin’.She believed only she could comprehend the true meaning of loneliness and this repressed desire for emotional companionship led towards a melodramatic and self-destructive conclusion"
Por eso esa película (Notes on a Scandal) a la que se refiere este texto....me ha llegado tanto.....me siento exactamente igual que Bárbara,eso me ha pasado....alguien me toca y mi falta de intimidad física, hace que empiece a imaginar cosas...y a fantasear.....(no será mucha soledad?).
Lo único que me consuela, es que luego de esto seré extremadamente fuerte y madura.
Y ya no le tendré ni siquiera una pizca de miedo a la soledad,como hasta ahora.
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