Love

Forget it. Total waste of time. And it's simple to prove. You spend maybe six months in total bliss. If you're lucky, most need about a week to fall out of love. You take at most a year, depending on how good you are at fooling yourself, to break up. Afterwards you're an emotional wreck from trying so hard to contain the blow but eventually still giving it. Or, if you happen to be on the receiving end, you are incapacitated for anywhere between a year and ten. And I mean literally incapacitated, you can't sleep, can't eat, can't work, can't laugh, can't trust, can't do any of the things you used to do with the same ease as before, everything is slightly slowed down, dumbed down, tied in millions of safety devices. I mean, even the simplest cost-benefit analysis shows it's an irrational pursuit.

So, just don't. Love, I mean. Despite all the bullshit about how love just happens and you can't control it, oh yes you can, trust me. Just remind yourself of your last encounter with it and it will be enough deterrent for one more round.

Love your dog instead. He probably deserves it more than most people you know.