There was my “hanging-out-with-Ravi-Shankar” phase, followed by the “carbohydrate, sequined-jumpsuit, waking-up-in-a-pool-of-your-own-vomit, bloated-purple-dead-on-a-toilet” phase, the “finding Bugs Bunny attractive when he put on a dress and played a girl bunny” phase, to name just a few.
Can’t say I’d recommend any of them, in retrospect.