By the time I finished showing houses late Sunday afternoon, I was exhausted and starving. It had been a busy weekend and I suddenly realized I hadn’t eaten all day. But what did I want?
I felt a gnawing craving inside. It was a familiar craving, but what was it for? Was it for steak? Pizza? Chicken? I genuinely felt confused.
I’ve gone through this odd process a thousand times before. I’m hungry but everything I think of feels wrong. I stopped at a couple of restaurants, thinking they might be what I needed, but each time I stopped, I felt a cold emptiness — because I realized what I needed wasn’t inside.

To see how I’ve changed over time, notice which women I’ve fallen for
Time to face facts: Most people don’t really want individual liberty
Would you have been on a ship? Or back home complaining?
A month after my father’s death, it doesn’t feel real that he’s gone
There’s magic in the dark solitude and quiet stillness after midnight
The more nutty a preacher becomes, the more rabid some supporters are
If there’s something you must do, income and vocation might clash
Confessing my ego’s old desires reveals hidden fears of my past
Normal days often turn to terror when you live with a narcissist