Just the other day, a very dear friend announced to me "I've put on about 15 lbs." She continued to explain, "it's because of a feature film that I'm in." 

Now, this would have been sensible to me if she were an actress. 

I let it go. 

Then there is the person, barely an acquaintance, let alone a friend, who brazenly and without any hesitation, offers you deep insights into your psyche. You know that the closest they have come to understanding behavior was getting their dog to roll over. Nonetheless, they are quite certain, if not convincing that they know precisely and exactly how you should be behaving in your interpersonal relationships. And you listen. 

I'm thinking that maybe I should try some altered state of consciousness.

I have often thought that if at a cocktail party, for example, if I could strike a slightly mysterious, slightly bored, somewhat aloof countenance I would definitely be more compelling and alluring.  I am certain this is what you have to do. For me, alas, this posture lasts for 30 seconds, when I find myself elbowing others out of the way as the tray of those little pigs in the blanket are coming out of the kitchen. Besides, I am really certain you have to be over 5'10'' and have straight blond hair to effect that maneuver.

I'll have to work on this.

The karaoke singer unabashedly belts out a tune, the comedian wanna be is there at open mike night, The Donald thinks he is one sexy beast and his matings have nothing to do with real estate holdings. 

Are all of the above a happier lot? Except for The Donald, I suspect so. If their current reality isn't working, they simply and easily create and slide into another one. 

Yeah, I'm going to work on this.