Edmund Weiss (Edmund Weiß), Illustration of Leonid Meteor Storm, as seen over North America on the night of November 12-13, 1833.

The Weiss Crater is named after him.

You ready to be my woman on the inside? No. For sure no. Eleanor. It’s gonna be fine. My entire life I’ve been a chameleon. Sometimes you have to pretend to be someone else to get what you want. Do you ever worry that you’ll lose yourself? Oh my God! Don’t be so dramatic. All I’m asking you to do is disassociate from your body and be someone you’re not so these popular kids will invite you to be in their group. Are you in therapy? God, no. Why?

I said, "That's just not true. Sometimes what doesn't kill you leaves you brittle and injured or traumatized."

He stopped and thought about that for a while. He came back later, and said, "It's like wood glue."

He pointed to my bookshelf, which he helped me salvage a while ago. He said, "Do you remember how I explained that, once we used the wood glue on them, the shelves would actually be stronger than they were before they broke?"

I did.

"But before we used the wood glue, those shelves were broken. They couldn't hold up shit. If you had put books on them, they would have collapsed. And that wood glue had to set awhile. If we put anything on them too early, they would have collapsed just the same as if we'd never fixed them at all. You've got to give these things time to set."

It sounded like a pretty good metaphor to me, but one thing I did pick up on was that whatever broke those shelves, that's not the thing that made them stronger. That just broke them. It was being fixed that made them stronger. It was the glue.