I am depressed. Late last night, as I sat on the floor of my apartment vacantly watching Politically Incorrect, I had this sudden urge to finish off this huge movie theatre-sized bar of milk chocolate that I knew was sitting in the fridge. I couldn’t have been the least bit hungry. I had had my standard dinner of instant noodles cooked together with some frozen vegetables, plus some ice cream for dessert. It wasn’t hunger; it was simply an inescapable urge to do something, anything, to shove the reality of my desperate loneliness beyond the boundaries of my awareness for a few minutes. I knew that I had already brushed my teeth and that I wouldn’t do it again that night. But a different part of my mind had taken over from the rational part. Resistance was futile.

Next time you blame people for the self-destructive things they do, try to rethink your position in as sophisticated a way as you can manage. Peace!