Our appetites are different. I need salt and vinegar in the evening, I used to need men. I need money, I used to need tonguing. I used to get depressed as a matter of routine fasting from enjoyment when the spiritual tolerance of enjoyment keeled to a side as it does when you fuck too much, now I eat chocolate mice because the cat is never away. I am a cat who can't stand cats, and the cat is never away. But still, I am not going to knock cats. You can't help what you are or what you are made to eat.