Good Anecdote--bad Reality.

I Love The Idea Of God, But It's Not Stylistically In Keeping With The Way I Function. I Would Describe Myself As An Enthusiastic Agnostic Who Would Be Happy To Be Shown That There Is A God. I Can See That People Who Believe In God Are Happier. ... But I Doubt.

All My Life I've Been Seeing Things Through The Culture. My Father, For Instance, Was The Press's Bad Boy. People Really Hated Him. He Was Always A Big Flirt. He Was Always In Trouble - Going Bankrupt, Whatever.

I Found Out When I Did The Oprah Winfrey Show That There Was A Cookie Jar Of Me. So She Gave It To Me. I Had No Idea Prior To That That It Even Existed.

I've Got To Stop Getting Obsessed With Human Beings And Fall In Love With A Chair. Chairs Have Everything Human Beings Have To Offer, And Less, Which Is Obviously What I Need. Less Emotional Feedback, Less Warmth, Less Approval, Less Patience And Less Response. The Less The Merrier. Chairs It Is. I Must Furnish My Heart With Feelings For Furniture.

I Am Mentally Ill. I Can Say That. I Am Not Ashamed Of That. I Survived That, I'm Still Surviving It, But Bring It On. Better Me Than You.