So the grass really is greener on the other side?

It seems to look that way in the eyes of my married or co-habiting friends. As they persist in saying to me, a life-long singleton, that living together, being coupled up is n't always what it seems. But then they do not to have to deal with the Singleton's Paradox, which I think ought to be added to the ranks of all those other philosophical quasi-laws, like Morton's Fork or Occam's Razor.

So what is the Singleton's Paradox? It's the dilemma of being offered so many alternatives because you are free of the standard domestic arrangements (or constraints as some of my bonded together friends describe their state), there's so many, in fact, you become paralysed with indecision and don't follow any.

Richard Mabey, that fine, almost poetic nature writer, described it as"...that dithering between equally desirable alternatives... (that is)...quite paralysing, a sure route into... (a)...state of immobilising anxiety"

Not easy being single believe me.