You are the Hotel. You can't think of food without remembering being hungry. You can't think of your preferred sex without remembering being horny. Not that you actively become hungry or horny, usually. You just have profound empathy for yourself. You try to extend that empathy to others but it's rarely the same. Maybe you can only care about others in relation to yourself. You hope not. Sometimes you laugh aloud at yourself. More often it's a shudder. You sometimes resent your emotions. If you weren't so caught up in superficial things you could be so much more productive. You're not sure if it's productivity or superficial happiness that will make you feel fulfilled. They don't feel mutually exclusive. People never ask you quite the right questions. People never give you quite the right answers.