When you look at your love life, do you ever regret being too restrictive and/or careful with your emotions in the past and now? There is something very sane about keeping your feelings somewhat protected, especially when you feel the possibility of an emotional failure coming. But on the other hand, preventing yourself from having any failure in love also means no success is possible. Consider, is failure-free loneliness or a difficult relationship the best?

The latter seems the most work, but in reality loneliness is far more difficult to live with. Maybe not the core solitude itself, but everything around it certainly is. The questions, the tables for one, the forms with “marital status” on them, the dramatic love songs about how great it all is. I would take a big fight, the throwing of doors, flying pots and pans, over the outcast singles table at a wedding any day. Not just for the heck of it, but also for the basic fact that anger is at least an emotion of caring, while being gazed at certainly isn’t.

Yet, just throwing your emotions out for sale isn’t the most desirable thing either. It’s like what Carrie Bradshaw said: “I revealed too much too soon. I was emotionally slutty.” Which brings up another issue, is there a middle ground? Isn’t love an all or nothing situation? Does “revealing too much” even exist in Cupid’s game? To think about all these questions, I will seriously need something strong. Some brandy perhaps?