Over dinner and drinks with two friends one night, we were having the typical talk of singles in their 30s. OK, technically two of us haven’t reached 30 yet, but we will in a few months’ time – we are already mulling over what to do to celebrate. Ha. Suggestions welcomed.
Anyway, so it was the usual – jobs, people we know, the meaning of life, love and relationships. The last two were the main talking points of the evening. I mean seriously, we’re single, what else is there to talk about? Superficial beings that we are. Haha.
Of the many facets of love and relationships we talked about, I remember something one of my friends said. He said he thinks it’s better to have many failed, but not so deep romances rather than one major failed romance where it just wasn’t meant to be with the love of one’s life. His reason for saying so was that it’s much easier on one’s heart and it’s easier to forget when feelings aren’t so deep and entrenched. Conversely, there’ll be major hang-ups and heavy emotional baggage arising from the end of a deep and love-of-one’s-life kind of relationship. It’s like the sum of pain from the many failed romances will never add up to the pain experienced from one major failed romance.
I don’t know. I don’t have the answers. You do the maths.