Dear Throbbing Brain:
This is your overly thoughtful befuddled friend asking you a question that has been rattled around in my head late last time and this morning. I'm sure you're rolling your eyes thinking.."here Budgie goes again with his reflective psycho-babble", but I'll ask anyway.
Someone once told me that she was "prepared" to be by herself for the rest of her days. How does one prepare or does one simply give up hope? I assume that most people have in their minds eye what an ideal relationship looks, smells, tastes and feels like. Do we simply give up hope looking for it after experiencing repetitive failure? After the first failure do we start to "settle" for what looks good on the outside? Can we become so demoralized and suspicious as a result of repetitive failures, that we will reject the real thing when it comes along out of fear of further failure?
I thank you in advance for your thoughts on these questions?