Somebody stop me
In matters of the heart I'm wary as it is, but watching that conspiracy-loaded TV series 24 the entire day makes me terrified of forming relationships. Why have siblings and parents and children and lovers, if they distill down to nothing more than fleshy lumps of leverage? The threat of harm to our loved ones drives us to the nebulous cusps of insanity. I blame pain. Real, imaginary, sympathetic - it drives everything forward.
And so, what course of action, from this point forward? Detachment? I'd make a poor Ice Maiden. And while being detached will allow me to avoid pain, it will prevent me from the pleasure of relationship: a kind of half-hearted (or double-edged?) form of hedonism. No pain, but no pleasure either. And would you really be content with treading the middle ground between the two, and never know either?
Decided course of action: Stop watching 24, and watch Shrek 2 instead.