Dos having one of his internals.
Some time ago, I decided the word friend was not adequate for describing my relationship with other humanoids. I decided the term “fellow traveler” is more appropriate. So, I have no friends, but I do have many fellow travelers.
One fellow traveler I am very fond of is Dollcee. Dollcee is an intergalactic art critic and a good harmony singer, she is a hot drummer; most of all she is a good humanoid.
She has no recognized qualifications or formal education in art, but she does take a serious interest in art. She got cranky with me once for calling her an artist. She said, I do not paint pictures, I mangle images. I am a content maker.
She regards Sister Wendy Beckett in high esteem. However, she thinks Sister Beckett hides behind her habit.
Dollcee said she would love to have a habit, but her life is so messed up she could never afford to maintain one.
When Dollcee refers to an artist, she always mentions whether they were known or are known to have a habit or not. She includes self-imposed compulsive behavior in her list of habits. Once she said, everyone thinks so and so is a workaholic, but the truth is, he is totally addicted to the solvent he uses. If you lit a match under his nose, he would explode.