" I'd rather eat shit than have to work for that cunt one more day," I told her.

"Didn't you say she was married to a prince or something?"

"Exactly," I answered. "But that was just a rumor anyway."

"So you're not sick?"

"I'm resting." I lay down on the sofa to demonstrate.

"That makes sense," Reva said, nodding compliantly, although I could tell she was suspicious. "Take some time off and think about your next move. Oprah says we women rush into decisions because we don't have faith that something better will ever come along. And that's how we get stuck in dissatisfying careers and marriages. Amen!"

"I'm not making a career move," I started to explain, but I went no further. "I'm taking some time off. I'm going to sleep for a year. "

― Ottessa Moshfegh , My Year of Rest and Relaxation