I can do the frug.

So the other day, Virginia reminds me that I don't necessarily know everything about my body and my brain. And that I can't predict with absolute certainty what I am going to do and feel and think, and that I should be open to new ideas and new possibilities for myself. And I thought, "man, Virginia is full of shit." But then I remembered the time when she bought me a pair of earrings from World Market, and at first glance I thought "eh, Virginia doesn't really know my taste. I don't really think these are my style." But after only about a day they grew on me and became my favorite earrings and I realized that not only does Virginia actually know my style better than I do, but that in addition I've still got a lot to learn about myself.