not short enough - and so one spends the next 40 years "enjoying life" and never finds someone, and one day they're lying on their death bed with absolutely noone around them... doesn't that seem a little hollow to anyone? so for example, i'm sitting there doing something, enjoying it, and then i turn and say, "hey, cat, isn't this cool!? what's that? 'meow'!? I don't get it, what are you saying... 'meow'? no, that's not what i... oh, nevermind."
seriously, what's the point of enjoying life if it's not to be shared with another? what's the point of doing anything if the only thing you have to share the experience with is a wall?
i don't get it. i really don't.