Behavior Shapes Beliefs.

I'm Addicted To Self-improvement. The Thing Is, There's So Damn Much About Myself To Improve.

There's A Very Passionate Pro-chewing Movement On The Internet Called Chewdiasm. They Say That We Should Be Chewing 50 To 100 Times Per Mouthful, Which Is Insane. I Tried That. It Takes Like A Day And A Half To Eat A Sandwich. But Their Basic Idea Is Right. If You Chew, You'll Eat Slower And You Will Get More Nutrients.

Jealousy Is A Useless, Time-wasting Emotion That's Eating Me Alive.

Let Me Tell You, Though: Being The Smartest Boy In The World Wasn’t Easy. I Didn’t Ask For This. I Didn’t Want This. On The Contrary, It Was A Huge Burden. First, There Was The Task Of Keeping My Brain Perfectly Protected. My Cerebral Cortex Was A National Treasure, A Masterpiece Of The Sistine Chapel Of Brains. This Was Not Something That Could Be Treated Frivolously. If I Could Have Locked It In A Safe, I Would Have. Instead, I Became Obsessed With Brain Damage.

My Immune System Has Always Been Overly Welcoming Of Germs. It's Far Too Polite, The Biological Equivalent Of A Southern Hostess Inviting Y'all Nice Microbes To Stay Awhile And Have Some Artichoke Dip.