Solitude Is A Breeding Ground For Idiosyncrasy,

The Freedom To Choose...means The Freedom To Make Mistakes, To Falter And Fail, To Come Face-to-face With Your Own Flaws And Limitations And Fears And Secrets, To Live With The Terrible Uncertainty That Necessarily Attends The Construction Of A Self.

Fall In Love With A Dog, And In Many Ways You Enter A New Orbit, A Universe That Features Not Just New Colors But New Rituals, New Rules, A New Way Of Experiencing Attachment.

For Years, I Ate The Same Foods Every Day, In Exactly The Same Manner, At Exactly The Same Times.

The Key, I Suppose, Has Less To Do With Insight Than With Willingness, The Former Being Relatively Useless Without The Latter.

What Is This Drive To Be Thinner, Prettier, Better Dressed, Other? Who Exactly Is This Other And What Does She Look Like Beyond The Jacket She's Wearing Or The Food She's Not Eating? What Might We Be Doing, Thinking, Feeling About If We Didn't Think About Body Image, Ever?