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.

If you want to win a chess match, you have to play chess, not lecture the other players
I’m not sure what’s left to say about politics, so here’s a picture of a cat
NOTEBOOK: Why do so many libertarians need One True Way?
People who invoke ‘fairness’ generally just mean, ‘Do things my way — or else’
Are we destined to become our parents? Or can we be different?
Why do we often attract the folks who are most destructive for us?
I struggle to fix the imperfection in myself and world around me
Folks all around are waiting for someone to say, ‘Hello in there’
We sometimes need help to finish a long race we’ve decided to run