As A Writer, You Want To Go

I Don't Think Fake People Living In A Fake House In A Fake Suburb Are Any Less Dismissible Or Believable Than A Fake Psychic Attending A Fake School In A Fake Town. Nothing's Inherently Believable About Any Kind Of Fiction, Because All Of It's Untrue.

Every Once In A While When I Get A Migraine, I Like To Think, "who Hates Me Today?"

People Don't Hijack Planes Anymore Because That Old System Of Hijacking In Order To Barter For A Prison Release Or Get To A Different Country No Longer Works, Exactly, Because 9/11 Recoded The Hostage's Interpretation Of A Hijack. If A Hijacker Isn't Trying To Use The Plane As A Missile, Then He Is In Danger Of Being Killed By The Hostages. There Is No Minor Terror Threat Anymore. No Mid-level Terrorism.

If You Agree With An Outside Person's Interpretation Of You, That's A Happy Bit Of Affirmation. It Means You're Communicating Externally What You Believe To Be True Internally. If You Disagree, It Helps Clarify How You Understand Yourself. And Maybe Makes You Productively Question How To Improve Your Communication Skills.

I Developed A Crazy Face Rash After I Got Engaged To A Guy I Must Have Known Somewhere I Should Not Marry. I Hadn't Articulated This To Myself, So My Face Told The World Instead.