This morning I read this and found it deeply satisfying. It's from Anna Solomon's story, "The Long Net," in The Missouri Review, Volume 34 #1.
"My father had told me never to feel lonely, but I did. He said loneliness was the result of boredom, and boredom meant you weren't taking responsibility for your gifts. So on top of my loneliness, there was a certain shame."
Maybe it's just me. Interestingly enough, here's the cover of the issue titled "Peril."