Nothing easier than to confuse busyness with goodness.
Machismo makes no provision for preparing lunch, doing the laundry, or minding the baby.
The time I kill is killing me.
Cats are inquisitive, but hate to admit it.
Spirituality now wanders from sex to drugs to art to revolution to violence--whatever seems to promise deliverance from the quotidian.
Most of my decisions in life seem absent-minded but inevitable.