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_________________ Tuesday 20 February 2001 8 15 pm pst [ fundamentally ] One of my fundamental beliefs in life is that people love to talk about themselves. Obviously, the 4,000+ online diaries are evidence, but so is any conversation with a stranger. This belief must color all of my interactions with people. One of my father's fundamental beliefs is that human unhappiness is generally caused by feeling unloved. He says that if you walk in to a psychiatrist's office, you will see it filled with people who don't feel loved. Because of this belief, my father created a nightly ritual that I participated in every day of my childhood. Each and every night, my father would stand in the doorway before leaving my room, after tucking me in, and ask me, "What are supposed to remember while you sleep?" And every night I would answer the same thing, I believe, "That my dad loves me." It is a tribute to his consistency that I can't remember the exact words of our exchange. They slipped into my subconscious so long ago as to not be noted by conscious thought -- just as one can drive home and then not remember anything about the drive because it is so familiar as to not be noticed...
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