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Alright, I confess, I knew last week's question -- about whether its better to love or be loved -- was going to be a toughie. Personally, I thought I'd been going a little easy on you guys with a few of the previous questions.
Some of you manned up & answered. Some of you gawked & went away speechless. Some of you even, dare I say, grumbled at me.
For what it's worth, I really respect those of you who chose the sadistic tough road of putting yourself through the agony disappointment of loving someone you can never have. I say this as someone who completely understands what it's like and agrees that . . . there is no fecking way in hell I'd voluntarily go down that path!
That's right, I'm hanging out with the "better them than me" crowd. I happen to be just narcissistic enough that I often develop deep affection for people who adore me. So while it may never be a true, all-encompassing, passionate type of love, I could learn to make a comfortable life with someone who worships the ground I walk on.
I'm going easy on you guys this week:
If your life was patterned after a sitcom, would you rather it be. . . ?