Few days ago I saw this woman on the train again. She takes the same train same time every day and she's always with her little dog. The dog is old and ugly and smells bad, but she loves him anyway. You can tell by the way she places him carefully under her seat, kindly ordering him to stay there; the way she patiently waits for him when she has to get off (he takes forever to pass the aisle). People don't love him that much, you can tell by the way they look at him. But no one ever says a thing and I'm sure that if they did, she would have harsh ways with them. She's doesn't really care about her looks, wears jeans and T-shirt and a men's leather jacket. Life has left its traces on her face but still she's got a friendly and, in a way, absent expression. There's something sad about her; I imagine her living in some apartment, all by herself, spending evenings in front of TV with no other company than this old, ugly, bad smelling but still somehow cute dog that is probably not going to live for a long time anymore. She might have had some opportunities in her life to be happy and loved by someone, to get married and have kids and the whole package… but somehow she seemed to have missed it, due to mistakes or just bad luck. And now she's damned to be alone - until a meaningless, lonely life is taken away from her. And only few people, just as lonely, will come to her funeral. I got incredibly depressed thinking about all that. And it got worse; looking at her I noticed that her hair, like mine, is very thin and that she ain't got a helluva lot of it which makes her scalp show. Being aware of that suddenly made me panic; what if the likeness of our hair was some strange sign of common fate? What if I was to end up just like her - a lifetime single, lonely days and, even worse, lonely nights, spent in some crappy apartment with some crappy cute dog, eating crappy frozen meals?? The very same day I bought a family size package of PRIORIN capsules via e-bay.