He opened his closet. It's already like the fridge, although he doesn't like to eat very much last month. What he'll be wearing for today's adventure that was exactly like yesterday's? He's not sure. All skins are worn out. He craves for something new. He decides to take whatever is comfier most. He's read a lot of self-improvement material. Your self-comfort is in the first place. Always. That's what you've been told of. Yes, he likes to never let them know his next move. He moves like oil in the pan. Gently and slippery, always prepared. But for what? Last time he really spoke with himself within was when his father appeared. The father left long time ago, and he left him with a deep hole that won't ever be fulfilled. So he decides to check the closet again. Just like you do with the fridge, I told you. Time's already come, it's 7 p.m. He tried very hard this time: Perfect opening, good follow-up and even sharing some his real personality through very well organized alphabet letter (funny we pay that much for books, as they're just same letters, but organized differently enough). But suddenly he receives “Sry, today I ain't gonna be there”. He knew she found someone better, so he quits Tinder. He opens another better book, so tomorrow he'll be better at it.