“Would you rather love the more, and suffer the more; or love the less, and suffer the less? That is, I think, finally, the only real question.”– Julian Barnes
You may point out correctly, that it isn’t a real question. Because we don’t have a choice. Who can control how much they love? If you can control it, then it isn’t love. Here are some questions I came up with that give you the choice. Let’s start easy and work our way up.
Would you rather take a bath or take a shower?
Would you rather have skin that changes color based on your emotions or tattoos appear all over your body depicting what you did yesterday?
Would you rather have to fart loudly every time you have a serious conversation or have to burp after every kiss?
Would you rather stay in a relationship with a person who cheated on you or file for divorce?
Would you rather eat a home cooked meal from scratch or heat-up a microwavable meal?
Would you rather be isolating with one child that requires entertaining or multiple children that require you to break up fights over whose turn it is to use a book as a sword?
Would you rather a million butterflies instantly appear from nowhere every time you sneeze or one very angry Canadian black squirrel appear from nowhere every time you cough?
Would you rather be beautiful/handsome but stupid or intelligent but ugly?
Would you rather discover you’ve been walking around naked at your child’s summer camp, or discover you’ve been walking around naked in the background of your partner’s new online conference meeting?
Would you rather be able to see ten minutes into your own future or ten minutes into the future of anyone but yourself?
Would you rather have an easy job working for someone else or work for yourself but work incredibly hard?
Would you rather continue to send your ex emails that he/she don’t respond to or stop altogether?
Would you rather eat the same meal for the rest of your life or never use Instagram and Facebook again?
Would you rather wake up with a different face but same gender or different gender but same face?
Would you rather insist and fight for child support payments until it is paid or give up because he/she has “clearly other priorities” than his/her own child?
Would you rather be stuck in the house with a mother of two children (or more) who has been on lockdown for months, or in a room with a swarm of murder hornets?
Would you rather begin every sentence with “Hey Idiot” or end every sentence with “…Ha Ha, I Was Just Kidding.”
Would you rather make love with the lights off or with the lights on?
Would you rather be trapped in a small elevator with an old lady and her wet dog or one fat man with bad breath?
Would you rather have an Austrian accent and live in Germany or a German accent and live in Austria?
Would you rather bake bread from scratch, or scroll through your Instagram feed muttering about people who have time to bake bread from scratch?
Would you rather teach your child a new craft, or lie on the couch and stare at the unwashed pile of dishes in the sink?
Would you rather give your six-year-old your password to download games on your phone only to find you have paid Euro 1578 in Candy Crush extras, or have to play Lego with him/her 17 hours a day?
Would you rather facilitate a PTA (parent/teacher association) meeting when schools reopen in the fall or do you prefer to fall into a pit of crocodiles?
Would you rather be self-isolating with a child who insists on re-watching the same episode of Teletubbies, or the same episode of Elmo’s World?
Would you rather never have to play The Floor Is Lava again, or have fancy couch cushions that can never be used to build a fort?
Would you rather have a child who is sad because they miss their friends or one that is pretty content with never leaving the house and will argue every single day when school starts back?
Would you rather have your child learn fire juggling or ax throwing?
Would you rather have your Fitbit tell you that 100 steps a day is actually really good, or have it send you an alert to shame you whenever you sit down longer than ten minutes?
Would you rather your hair turn gray in front of your male colleagues, reminding them that mothers over 30 are just hot like that, or color your hair?
Would you rather hear that Count Chocula Cereal is nutritious, or Mary Poppins is real and living with you?
Would you rather have the ability to freeze time, or the ability to unsee things like Instagram posts about how magical someone’s year of homeschooling on the ranch was?
