Chicken Soup for the, uh, Belly
So, last night, I got home and I was feeling all depressed and introverted. I wrote out a damn long, meandering description of where I was in life. About halfway through, I got myself some dinner. After that, the tone changed. Which led me to this little bit of wisdom:
Got a gnawing feeling in the pit of your soul? Try food.
Which leads me back to the whole believing in circumstantial factors of behavior more than personality factors of behavior. One day, this will lead to a blog post on why "taking responsibility for your actions" is bullshit. It'll be fun!