Somebody to Love

I realized last night as I was helping a member of my gaggle through a break-up that I spend an inordinate amount of time thinking about the relationships of said gaggle.

Now, this could mean one of three things.

First, I care.

Second, I really need to find something else to occupy my time. (However, usually these thoughts occur when I'm doing everyday mundane things like showering, getting dressed, and eating--A LOT during eating).

Or third, I need to find a relationship of my own.

Discuss.