All families are psychotic. Everybody has basically the same family - it's just reconfigured slightly different from one to the next.

It was pivotal in making you but you don't remember it. Or do you? Do we understand the events that make us who we are? Do we understand the factors that make us do the things we do?

I don't want any vegetables, thank you. I paid for the cow to eat them for me.

I am reminded that no matter how hard you try, you can never be more than twelve years old with your parents. Parents earnestly try not to inflame, but their comments contain no scale and a strange focus. Discussing your private life with parents is like misguidedly looking at a zit in a car's rearview mirror and being convinced, in the absence of contrast or context, that you have developed combined heat rash and skin cancer.

I thought it would be such a sick joke to have to remain to be alive for decades and not believe in or feel anything.

I guess the thing about exposing your heart is that people may not even notice it. Like a flop movie. Or they'll borrow your heart and they'll forget to return it to you.

So where do you start when you want to start your life again?