According to Florence Welch, the appropriate response to love troubles is to walk into the ocean. Actually, that’s her answer to many things – the lady has a fascination with drowning. Obviously, drowning yourself is not the answer to any of your personal complications. But it works as a metaphor (one of the oldest in the book.) Many of us react to bad times by figuratively drowning ourselves in whatever it takes to sweep us away from reality. Alcohol, usually. Give yourself to something larger than your life, something that makes your piddling love troubles look like tiny, irrelevant droplets in the universal ocean. Give yourself to a higher cause, give yourself to nature, give yourself to religion. Or do what I do and give yourself to alcoholism.