Look. We both know life is short, Macy. Too short to waste a single second with anyone who doesn't appreciate and value you.

At every wedding someone stays home.

But all I could think of was how when nothing made sense and hadn't for ages, you just have to grab onto anything you feel sure of.

You didn't fail. You just opted out. There's a difference.

Lissa lowered her voice and added, "I might not even go to school anyway. I might defer and join the Peace Corps and go to Africa and shave my head and dig latrines." "Shave your head?" I said, because, really, this was the most ludicrous part of the whole thing. "You? Do you have any idea how ugly most people's bare heads are? They've got all kinds of bumps, Lissa. And you won't know until it's too late and you're flat-out bald.

The kind who live for music and are constantly seeking it out, anywhere they can. Who can't imagine a life without it. They're enlightened.

There are worse addictions than reality TV, chocolate and coffee.