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.

A haunting question: ‘Where is love now, out here in the dark?’
Narcissists set themselves up for miserable lives and lonely deaths
Most narcissists instinctively steal approval that you deserve
We find meaning in responsibility, not in pursuit of empty pleasures
Why have I kept dreaming about baby in need for last two weeks?
Hidden chains need to be broken, so I’ve become a reluctant rebel
My own question now faced me: ‘Would a healthy person do that?’
FRIDAY FUNNIES