You know the old joke about relationships: “Men are never satisfied. When they are single, they wish they were with someone and when they are with someone, they wish they were dead”?
I’ve been a de facto bachelor for about six months now and while I am prone to episodes of industrial-strength dejection, I think it’s safe to say that I’m also a lot less stressed. Being alone certainly sucks, but it sure beats the alternative sometimes. When I’m not at the top of my game, the worst I might do is contemplate a goblet of hemlock as a pre-dinner cocktail – as opposed to some of my friends, who consider using chainsaws and ice-picks as hair accessories on their significant others.
And yet – and yet, despite all the dictates of good sense, people still end up living together. I can’t help wondering if we share a common ancestor with the moth.