Slowie hates her feelings too.

"As soon as he starts liking me, though, I begin to hate him."

"Ok."

"He was fine. He was Ok until then."

"You're a co conspirator when you wear shoes like those."

"These shoes make me feel good."

"Ok."

"I don't like myself that's why.That's why I begin to dislike him."

"So you buy shoes?"

"Which is why if he falls for me I dislike him for making that error."

"Should I try and get this straight?"

"Someone else's false admiration chokes me. Because he likes me and I feel like a fraud. I feel like an actress who has been on stage her whole life. Giving a performance only to stave off loneliness. No I don't want to go to that dinner party. No I don't care about your promotion at work, or the kids recital. Matter of fact I don't give a fuck. My feelings are all bullshit. I'm lost and what the hell is everyone clapping about?"

"Interesting."

"Yes, I think so. Just not feeling authentic, you know? Feeling too lady like, too business woman. I'm feeling too many too's, too many things and not enough feeling of anything."

"Right."

"It's a performance, and one that's getting worse."

"What character am I playing?"

"Your alcohol. A bottle of alcohol that makes me confess all of this."

"Single malt please."

"Ok."

"With that, least I will be able to follow you everywhere in this performance."