Doesn't it ever feel good to eat salad? Or do you force yourself to eat salad all the time so you don't - can't - even appreciate it anymore? Okay, that's your metaphor.

My situation was - I was talking to some people yesterday but I felt very detached. T said today that what I was saying to them was actually very creative - so what was I thinking just before I detached? I saId - that my mother would have criticized my participation in the conversation. T said, so you "became" your mother watching you and criticizing you. I was like, yeah - I would very much like to have embodied that person. Or as you say, to be authentic.