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... where you're from feels sort of irrelevant these days ("Since everyone has the same stores in their mini-malls," according to my younger brother, Tyler).

Claire and I never fell in love, even though we both tried hard. It happens.

Me-ism: A search by an individual, in the absence of training in traditional religious tenets, to formulate a personally tailored religion by himself.

2 + 2 = 5-ism: Caving in to a target marketing strategy aimed at oneself after holding out for a long period of time. "Oh, all right, I'll buy your stupid cola. Now leave me alone."

Option Paralysis: The tendency, when given unlimited choices, to make none.

It had been drilled into us that to feel fear is to not fully trust God. Whoever made that one up has never been beneath a cafeteria table with a tiny thread of someone else's blood trickling onto their leg.

If I've learned anything in twenty-nine years, it's that every human being you see in the course of a day has a problem that's sucking up at least 70 percent of his or her radar.

... and then I felt truly old for the first time - old in the sense that I was beyond the point of ever doing something radical or bold to change the course of my life.

Kaitlin thinks I'm claustrophobic, but that's not true - I love elevators and small cars. What I don't like is being exposed to unfiltered social contact, like at parties or meetings, when just anyone can talk to you with no other reason than that you happen to be there.

Time ticks by; we grow older. Before we know it, too much time has passed and we've missed the chance to have had other people hurt us. To a younger me this sounded like luck; to an older me this sounds like a quiet tragedy.

You are the first generation raised without religion

Sometimes you can't realize you're in a bad mood until another person enters your orbit.

And then I felt sad because I realized that once people are broken in certain ways, they can't ever be fixed, and this is something nobody ever tells you when you are young and it never fails to surprise you as you grow older as you see the people in your life break one by one. You wonder when your turn is going to be, or if it's already happened.

.. how often is it we are rescued by a stranger, if ever at all? And how is it that our lives can become drained of the possibility of forgiveness and kindness - so drained that even one small act of mercy becomes a potent lifelong memory? How do our lives reach these points?

... by eating "burgers" aren't you just still buying into the "meat concept." Tofu hot dogs are merely an isotope of meat. If you yourself are a vegetarian, but still dream of burgers, then all you really are is a cryptocarnivore.

It's what you do after you're a kid when life counts for real.

Because in the end we forget everything, anyway. We're human; we're amnesia machines.

You stole my loneliness

Q: What animal would you be if you could be an animal?
A: You already are an animal

One's perception of time's flow is directly linked to the number of connections one has to the outer world. Technology increases the number of connections thus it alters the perception of having 'experienced' time.

We run out of things that make us individual very quickly; all of us have far more in common than we do not have in common.

"Ah, rich, nourishing booze. With the first drink comes the truth, with the second drink comes wishful thinking, and with the third drink come the lies. What would we do without sweet, nourishing alcohol?"

An airport isn't even a real place. It's a pit stop, an in-between area, a "nowhere," a technicality - a grudging intrusion into the seamless dream of transcontinental jet flight.

Life is more like a book than a painting. Life makes you wait. Life forces everything into a sequence, time-coded by emotions and memories.

Which is lonelier: to be single and lonely or to be lonely within a dead relationship?