People today will admit any problem—drugs, divorce, alcoholism—but there’s one admission that people are loath to make, whether they’re a star on television or someone who fixes televisions in a repair shop. It’s just too embarrassing. It penetrates too deeply to the core of who they are. People don’t want to admit that they are (sometimes) lonely.
Loneliness is such a humiliating malady that it ought to have its own politically correct euphemism—’relationally challenged’—r its own telethon, anything to make it safer to confess. Because right now it’s a taboo, an affliction of losers and misfits. And to be honest, of respectable people like you and me.
Source: Lee Strobel, God’s Outrageous Claims, p. 118-134.